Nero Birthday SSR (2021) - Chapter 1

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Nero: Whew, guess I’ll take a short nap before dinner.

Mithra: << Arthim >>

Nero: ?!

 

Nero: …? Isn’t this…

Snow · White: Nero, happy birthday!

Nero: Woah, Snow and White?! And the three of you, too…

Mithra · Owen · Bradley: …

Snow: Hoho! A little bird told us it’s your birthday today.

White: And we thought we’d take this opportunity to thank you for always taking good care of these three naughty triplets!

Nero: I- I see…

Bradley: Who the heck you calling naughty triplets?

Bradley: Do us Northern Wizards really have to celebrate the birthday of some gloomy Eastern Wizard..?

Mithra: I agree. How troublesome.

Owen: Tch...Don’t come up with such ridiculous ideas.

Nero: (Wow, they sure look pissed... It’s clear the twins forced them to participate in this.)

Nero: Y’know, I appreciate the sentiment, but you don’t have to…

Snow · White: First up is Owen, supervisor of the table and decorations!

Owen: …<< Cur Memini >> 

Snow: Yay, a table!

White: He even prepared a tablecloth to go with it. Well done, Owen.

Nero:...Is it just me, or is this table really beaten up? And is this a bloodstain here…?

Owen: Of course there are stains and scratches on it.

Owen: After all, the previous owner was eaten alive by a ferocious monster in the midst of his teatime.

Nero: Oh, so that’s why I can hear faint screaming from this table…

 

Snow · White: Right, moving on! Up next, Tea Captain, Mithra!

Mithra: << Arthim >> 

Snow: My, you’ve done a fine job.

White: I see you’ve prepared a fancy looking pot and teacups.

Nero: Wow...this one seems pretty normal. The tea even smells fragrant.

Mithra: Well, you may die when you drink it.

Nero: What.

Mithra: Though it has little effect on me, it’s lethal to weaker wizards. It is a very special type of tea, after all.

Mithra: The key ingredient is the sleeping pills I added. You’ll be able to sleep tight...for eternity.

Nero: T-That’s very thoughtful of you…

Nero: (He’s downright insane…!)

 

Snow · White: Give it up for the finale, dessert manager Bradley!

Bradley: << Adnopotensum >> 

Snow: This is...

White: Hot and piping…

Nero: This is just fried chicken!

Bradley: Looks pretty good, huh? I got Canaria to make this for me.

Nero: Yeah, but you’re in charge of the dessert, idiot! Who brings fried chicken to a tea party? This is just you self-indulging!

Bradley: Wait, why am I the only one receiving outright complaints?!

Snow: Hm, certainly, we did not expect such a dish, but…

White: Regardless, the preparations are complete!

Snow · White: Our fun and exciting tea party in celebration for Nero’s birthday begins here!

Nero: (...Am I going to live past today?)

➡  Chapter 2