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Nero awoke to a familiar voice the next morning, what made him grab his sword, which he had laid down next to the couch just in case, before he sat up quickly, staring at that blond woman who was standing in the middle of the shop. “Dante, I brought buns!” She called, turning around immediately as she caught a glimpse of Nero’s movement. “Is that the way you treat a lady?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. The boy blinked a few times, still not fully awake. “Gloria...?!” he gasped, fastening his grip around his sword. “You may know me by that name, yes. But I’d prefer Trish though.” She answered w