Digitize: Rebirth of the Silver Death God

Chapter 73: Hersa's Invitation, A Mother's Worry

A new day rose within the City of Rambruck, bringing a cool warmness that washed away the cold night. Nero had already woken up and had entered the kitchen on this bright new Saturday, one of the best days of the week in his opinion, until recent years.

There was a time when Nero used to enjoy his weekends as it was the only moment he had to spend as much time as he could with his mother. However, ever since he had to mind the house and take care of her, his job at the Paradise Palace had taken up those pleasures.

Nevertheless, Nero was feeling joyful today as he no longer needed to work in that low paying and deadbeat job.

"They are the prey and we are the hunters!"?

Nero sang as he hummed a tune from a song he heard from his mother's old laptop, he didn't even know what it was called or where it came from, he only knew it was rather old.

As Nero made some special oats with a banana mixed within and sweeteners, he placed two bowls on the table and hurried to his mother's room.

"Mother, hurry and get up, the food is ready!" Nero said as he stood at the door.

Nero waited for a while, but he didn't hear any answers, he hurriedly opened the door and entered, but as he did this, he saw that his mother was staring out the window in a daze as she rested her back against the bed head.

"Mother...?" Nero called out with a hint of worry in his voice.

Hersa only now awoke from her daze; her pale face gained a bit color as she turned and looked at him with her red eyes. She smiled, causing the rays from the morning sun to shine across the silver hair as her beauty seemed capable of moving all souls.

"Oh... my little Nero had to come and see me, looks like I had forgotten the time... go on now, I'll be down in a jiffy," Hersa said with a gentle look as she lovingly stared at Nero.

Nero looked at his mother before he nodded his head and left the room, he hurried downstairs to finish some preparations around the table.

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When Hersa saw Nero left, her radiant face soon grew dim; her eyes now had a hint of pain in it as her face seemed a bit paler than the norm.

Cough! As she coughed, she covered her mouth with her palms, but despite doing this, she was unable to contain the contents that had spewed within it.

Tsss... a hot sound as of acid burning through something sounded as when Hersa opened her palms, she saw that black blood was flowing down from it.

It was a very unusual blood; one that would certainly spell doom from any other as the moment this blood touched the sheet; the area touched had begun to burn away.

'So, it's reached this stage... my dear husband, I hope... I hope that you can forgive me for I won't be able to keep our promise,' Hersa said to herself as she sighed, she knew this couldn't change, but even so, she wanted to do her best and enjoy the company of the second person who meant the most to her in this world.

When Hersa finished her thoughts, she cleaned herself up and fixed her clothes before heading downstairs.

Nero was a bit worried as he didn't see her make any movements for a while, but as he saw her appear, his worried faded by a tiny bit.

When Hersa finally sat down around the table, Nero looked at her and asked, "Mother, how are you feeling today?"

Hersa looked at Nero and made a thumbs-up as she grinned and replied, "I've never felt better! Come now, eat up, I want to take you out today."

When Nero heard this, he was hesitant, but as he saw that her manner seemed a bit livelier than this morning, he felt that she was genuinely feeling okay.

"Mother, you want to go out? Where do you want to go?" Nero asked with a tinge of excitement on his face; it had been a long time that he went out with his mother.

Hersa smiled as she placed one finger on her lips and spoke word for word with a cheeky wink, "That's-a-secret..."

Nero had a frustrated look as he heard this, Hersa giggled as she pinched his cheek and spoke, "Come now, none of that look, keep scrunching up your brows and you'll end up looking more like your father than me. Hehe as for the tip, you'll find out later, now hurry and eat!"

Nero pouted, he didn't like being compared with his father, he sighed as replied, "Fine,"

No longer complaining, Nero hid his curiosity as he hurried to eat his meal. Hersa stared at him warmly before she also started to eat, only, if one looked closely at her, they would notice that deep within her eyes was a look as if she was hiding something.

The scene now one of calmness, as mother and child continued to feast on their morning breakfast as the day continued along.

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Far away from Nero's house, within the core regions of the most high-class residential areas of Rambruck. One region had a mansion so large it occupied a vast region of land, ranging to a few dozens of acres.

It was a building that was roughly nine thousand square feet large with a pile of ornaments in certain areas, a large swimming pool. Outdoor garage packed with luxury vehicles and butlers and stern-faced guards dressed in black suits positioned in various areas.

Looking at the center of this building, one would notice that around a particularly appealing water fountain with the sculptures of a fierce-looking man and divine-like woman, the words Balkras was written in stylized writing on a large gold plated sign.

In the largest room of this building, a beautiful resting quarter with a queen-sized bed. A beauty garbed in a long and decorated dress that looked very much like the sculpture of the divine-like woman was seated on a calm and graceful posture.

If one paid close attention to her features, one would notice that though mature, she shared features found on Elly. Her long chestnut brown hair was well maintained, glistening in bright lights due to the cheerful morning rays, her eyelashes were long as they rested above her almond-shaped brown eyes as her fine nose fitted perfect with her small red lips.

In regular times a beauty such this would typically be seen with the most attractive smile, but at this moment, this woman had a dark look on her face. Her forehead filled with veins as she bit her lips, showing an extremely unpleasant look.

'Be calm... be graceful... be calm... be graceful...' The beautiful woman inwardly said as she closed her eye and meditated in silence.

Not long after, her mood seemed a little better as her facial contortion had vanished, showing her usual refined appearance.

"My daughter has been acting strange as of late... her smiles are more tender, and during our family dinner and bedtime talk, her eyes seemed a bit distracted. Oh, I wonder, whatever could it be...?" The woman said as if speaking to the wind as a look of uncertainty appeared in her eyes.

Yet, oddly enough, the wind seemed capable of replying, "Dear Madame Balkras, it would appear that she's grown fascinated by the opposite sex..."

When Madame Balkras heard those words she frowned, her hard to keep graceful appearance was threatening to break loose, she sighed, calming down with her mantra once more as she spoke cold tone, "Tell my son Raynas to come here..."

"Y-yes, Madame Balkras!" The wind replied in a hurry as it left with gust.

When the woman turned around, no one was there, and the room seemed to be only to herself. Her mesmerizing eyes shone in an icy race as she spoke as if declaring to the world, "To move my daughter... hmph! It won't be easy..."

The picture in the room here unknown to anyone, but rumors say that those servants who had stood near the doorway could feel an astonishing amount of iciness, with many having nightmares filled with hostility for days to come.