stand-in creed

"Nero~☆"

"Ah, mom."

The mother of this life on the other end of the phone sounds very happy at the moment.

There is one difference between Nero and the protagonists of the time traveler in a certain novel in the previous life, that is, those protagonists usually start their own adventures when they first arrive in another world, and they have no family relationship with their original relatives. Word.

Nero is different.

Nero was still a fetus in his womb when he crossed, and he fell to the ground after being pregnant in October. He and his parents in this life are real family members. They have experienced 15 years of warmth together, so they are naturally affectionate.

"Nero, mom and dad are at the Paris airport right now, and they're going to fly to London later. Is there anything you want to bring with you when you arrive in England?"

"In English..."

Nero fell into a momentary confusion.

fish and chips?

Looking at the stars?

They don't look reliable.

Pipes and whiskey were of little value to a non-smoker and drinker like Nero.

After thinking for a moment, Nero said.

"...Do you want to bring some tea back?"

"Is tea enough?"

"I can't think of anything particularly worth bringing."

"Where's the jersey?"

"I don't play football either..."

"Nero, no girl will like you if you go on like this?"

"Unfortunately, several women approached me again today. I think I will never lack women in my life..."

"Really? Tell mom quickly!"

"What's there to talk about? By the way, where's my dad?"

"I'm mailing postcards."

"……Fine."

After chatting for about five or six minutes, Nero hung up the phone.

"Hang up."

"okay!"

beep-

The phone's busy tone came.

For Nero, this phone call is not much different from usual.

no big disputes;

There is no flattery.

Some are just mundane, daily routines called "short family members".

However at night.

When Nero took out the fragrant crispy pork belly from the oven, cut into slices, prepared the small bread sprinkled with tomato dices, and came to the recliner to pick up the cassette to enjoy today's nightlife, there was a knock on the door The door rang.

When Nero opened the door, two police officers came into view.

"...good evening, gentlemen?"

Nero was a little puzzled, why the police came to the door.

Look at the serious eyes of these two policemen.

Could it be that there are some cases happening around, and I need to learn some clues from myself?

However, the nervous first sentence of the old policeman in the lead made Nero a little confused.

"Excuse me, you are the son of the family, Nero A. Zeppelin, are you not?"

"……it's me?"

"You...you probably haven't watched the news yet, have you?"

The old policeman hesitated.

Nero was even more puzzled: "May I ask what happened?"

The old policeman took a deep breath.

"Mr. Nero, I am sorry to inform you that the flight that your parents took to London, England, crashed when it was flying over the English Channel. About [-] passengers and crew members on the flight lost contact and are currently missing... ..."

Missing is a euphemism.

The correct statement is-

There is no dead body.

……

Nero couldn't remember when the two officers left.

I don't even remember what the priest who presided over the funeral said a few days later in the cemetery behind the church.

As for things like food, music, and games, they are even beyond the scope of Nero's thinking.

Time unknowingly passed half a month.

During these two weeks, Nero has been in a state of bewilderment, as if he is in a cloud and mist, everything in the world cannot be seen clearly, and everything has a sense of absurd distortion.

It wasn't until half a month later that Nero came to the cemetery with a few white flowers in his hands and looked at the newly erected tombstone in front of him, that his consciousness gradually returned to reality.And after the consciousness gradually became clear, although the sadness would not dissipate like passing clouds in an instant, it also slightly weakened like a torrential rain that gradually eased.

Nero looked at the several tombstones in front of him.

The graves of the parents are next to the grandmother who died peacefully a few years ago, and the grandfather who died young.

After placing a bouquet of white flowers in front of several people's tombstones one by one, Nero turned his attention to the only one that was relatively unfamiliar to him, the tombstone of his grandfather, which only existed in his grandmother's narration during his lifetime.

【Cesar Andrio Zeppelin】

【1918年5月13日 - 1939年2月27日】

According to grandma's statement during her lifetime, grandpa and grandma were not formally married at that time, but just a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend.Even the fact that there was a father in the womb was not discovered until the news of Grandpa's death came.

After that, grandma gave the offspring the surname of Qibelin, and she remained unmarried all her life.

Looking at the photo of his grandfather who was [-]% similar to himself on the tombstone, Nero suddenly remembered the incident two weeks ago.

Nero recalled the gypsy fortune teller.

He even thought of the divination made by the fortune-teller for him-you will lose your family.

"...The Second of Swords."

Nero frowned.

Although there is still the possibility of a coincidence, Nero's instinct told him that this does not seem to be a coincidence.

The gypsy girl was not a charlatan, but a true prophet.

"Is there really a "fate" in this world? "

Looking up at the hazy night sky where the rain was gradually falling, Nero couldn't help but muttered to himself.

However, at this moment, with the sound of approaching footsteps in the distance, someone responded to Nero's soliloquy.

"Of course the world has its destiny, young Zeppelin."

"……Um?"

Nero looked back.

What came into view was a pale-skinned man wearing a black top hat, black overcoat, black gloves and black sunglasses.

Unknown man.

"you are?"

Nero only thought that this man was an old man whom his parents knew well and now came to mourn.

The man said politely: "My boss has some connections with the ancestors of Qi Beilin's family, so he ordered me to come and offer his condolences."

"That's it."

Nero nodded.

Immediately Nero asked again.

"Who is your boss, and what did you mean when you said, "Of course this world has a destiny"? "

"My boss' name is Dior."

When the man mentioned the name "Dior", he raised his head subconsciously, and at this moment Nero Nero vaguely saw the pair of scarlet eyes behind the man's lens.

Immediately afterwards, the man who was still polite just a second ago suddenly opened a mouthful of ferocious fangs like a shark, and flew towards Nero like a hunting black panther.

"As for fate—

"It is your fate to die here, Qibelin boy!

"The Ripples who are blocking the path of Lord Dio's fate, stinking like stones in the toilet, wither here—

"—URYYYYY!!!"

Chapter 3 Spiral Staircase Part [-]

Two weeks ago, Nero was just an ordinary, handsome 15-year-old genius enjoying a peaceful, heavenly routine.

Complicated studies.

Disturbing mother-in-law.

rock music.

Dynamic fitness.

Variety of cuisines.

Nostalgic game.

Warm family.

……

The "everyday" that Nero enjoyed included many elements.

Even when he was strolling in the street looking for a gourmet restaurant, he was provoked by gangsters or gangsters, blackmailed and blackmailed, and then pretended to be obedient and followed them to the alley and then turned around and beat them up, it was a daily routine for Nero A spice of life.

However, no matter how many new items are added to this daily list, Nero never imagined that one day he would fight a suspected vampire thing in front of the clan's grave one day.

There are too many problems in Nero's mind at this moment.

Why is this man killing me?

What does the Ripple family refer to?

Was it related to the plane crash of the parents?

One question after another poured into the depths of Nero's brain from his heart.

But no matter how many issues need to be explored, the present does not seem to be an appropriate time.At the moment when the man in black showed undisguised killing intent, Nero knew that there was only one thing he could do now——

fighting.

"—URYYYYY!!!"

The man in black yelled a wonderful battle roar and rushed towards Nero.

Nero just stood there.

It wasn't that Nero was frightened, it's just that based on Nero's experience in fighting with the Roman city gangsters, the actions of the man in front of him were too simple and straightforward.