The nun pointed her finger at the kids and asked, "Do you see that girl over there?"

"I see many girls, so I don't know who you are talking about," Nero replied as he tried to follow the nun's gaze.

"Remember the girl who called you uncle and asked you to play with the kids?" the nun asked and added, "Her name was Nia."

"Oh!" Nero exclaimed— although he faked that reaction.

"What about her?"

"She is my daughter, my biological daughter."

Nero squinted his eyes and stared at the nun, "How old is she?"

"Seven; turning eight next week."

"And how old are you?"

"How old do I look?"

"I hate guessing." Nero groaned and said, "You say it."

"I am 29, and my husband is 28," the nun replied with a smile.

"Well, now if you are satisfied telling me your story— I would appreciate if you could grant my wish," Nero stated like a gentleman.

"What do you want? If you want to adopt any children, then I must reject you."

"I already said I wouldn't even touch any kids. I just want to know where the girl I am looking for is."

The nun waited for a while and asked, "What's her name?"

"It should be something like 'Tisha'. Is there anyone with that name here?"

"Yes, there is." The nun pointed her finger to the girl sitting under the tree and reading the book.

"So that's Tisha," Nero nodded.

That girl was none other than Darius' sister.

"Her name is Trisha, not Tisha," the nun corrected.

"They sound the same." Nero walked to the group of kids with an intense look in his eyes.

"Wait!" The nun grabbed Nero's collar from behind to stop him and said, "You said you wouldn't touch her."

"And I am not. I was just trying to call my companion." Nero shrugged the nun's hand and turned around.

"Sophi!" he called Sophia.

Sophia was braiding a girl's hair but stopped when Nero called her. She asked the girl to wait for her and walked to Nero.

"What is it?" Sophia asked with a curious yet calm look on her face.

"I want you to—" Nero stopped when he noticed the nun was listening to him. He brought his face close to Sophia's ear and whispered, "I want you to get the saliva of the girl who is sitting under that tree."

Sophia immediately stepped back and looked at Nero with pure disgust and disbelief in her eyes as if she was looking at a piece of filth.

"What's with that look?"

"I am not changing my appearance to a little girl during night sessions," Sophia started with a serious look on her face.

Nero facepalmed himself and sighed, then rubbed his palm all over his face to show his disappointment.

"Why would you even think I want that? Did you forget the main purpose of that ability of yours? It was to infiltrate and deceive, not to be used as—"

"Fine~" Sophia realized she was wrong and pinched her earlobe to apologize.

"Give me some time." Sophia nodded and walked away to the group of kids. 

Nero turned around to see the nun was staring at him intensely with a judging look in her eyes.

"What?" Nero asked.

"What were you two whispering about?" 

"That doesn't concern you."

"It actually does since the children are under my care."

"I knew you would say that." Nero moved his hand toward the nun and took off her veil.

The nun covered her head with her hands instead of taking the veil back from Nero.

"What are you—!"

"Relax. I am just fulfilling the deal on my end."

Nero created some crystals and filled the veil with them before handing it to the nun.

"Here. You can sell them in the guilds and get about 10,000 gold coins. I think it should be enough for 4-5 years."

The nun looked at the crystals with a baffled look on her face. She couldn't believe and comprehend what was happening and asked, "Why would you give such a big donation? Are you a believer?"

"No." Nero waved his hand and said, "Quite the contrary."

"Then why would you give such a huge donation to the church?"

"Don't get me wrong. I am not donating to the church— I am donating this to you so you can take care of these kids."

Seeing those homeless kids reminded Nero of his childhood. If he wasn't adopted by that woman— his godmother, and he would have been a waif. He would have probably died by thirst and hunger or killed by someone if they had found out he was a demon and a vampire. Nero didn't want to see the little kids die because of their irresponsible parents.

Although, he felt sad after remembering his godmother— as she was a human, and there was no way a human would be alive after eons.

Nero remembered the last time he met her was when he was 16 and started his journey as an adventurer. He promised her he would visit her from time to time, but that time never came.

"Freaking gods," Nero muttered.

"Why do you suddenly look so sad? And why would you curse gods for your sadness?" the nun asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"You won't understand," Nero replied with a sigh.

"You just need to believe and have faith in gods, and everything would be alright," the nun advised with a smile on her face.

"Heh!" He scoffed and mumbled, "I hate that word."

"What word?"

"...."

Nero didn't say anything and kept staring at Emilia, who was having fun playing with the kids.

"Well… thank you for the donation, and I hope all your wishes come true," the nun prayed.

After a brief silence, the nun said, "May gods bless—"

"I don't need blessings. And if you want to bless me, then pray to demons. They are more useful than gods anyway; at least they do something," Nero remarked.

"Do you believe in demons, too?" the nun asked.

"..." Nero chuckled and smiled at the nun, thinking how she would react if he told her that he was a demon.