Naoya Zenin の小説・ストーリー

It's impossible, isn't it that Zeny has met that girl who can't shut up? "You know him?" Abyan asked slowly. "Of course. Did you forget that I just went out looking for a new seed that could follow HSP? And I've already met him, "Zeny replied, satisfied. Just in case it wasn't Zeny in front of him, Abyan was sure he would tell Zeny to shut up and shut up. Unfortunately, his position and position as a younger brother and subordinate in the company made him unable to move.

"Ravyn said that Zen was doing a King-level mission with his feet and playing games with his hands at the same time just to not get lost in his thoughts. Is there really a person whose compatibility between the brain and the body is that high?" Kanji whispered to Yu with disbelief. Yu then replied. "Our Zen is the real deal. At first, I thought it was strange that he seemed more of a slacker than when I interviewed him. But he’s actually busy right now.~"

These must be Zen’s parents. I’ve seen a portrait of his father before, at SeraphFall Manor, but I must’ve missed his mother’s. Zen definitely looks a lot like his father, in matters of height and built. But where his father has icy blue eyes and deep blond hair, his mother is the opposite. Midnight hair is flowing in gentle waves around a beautiful face, and the silver eyes that I know so well are looking back at me. Unlike most portraits I’ve seen, this one isn’t one of stiff sophistication or unkind grace. Instead, Zen’s mother is grinning brightly and looking at the painter. Zen’s father is looking at her instead, with a deep smile and dimples in his cheeks.

I rolled my eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Suddenly an unfamiliar figure came into view giggling and clapping his hands in a sinister way as he narrowed his gaze at me. His stare remained fixed on me with an unerring intensity. I gulped down a lump trying to gather my thoughts together as my heart raced while Nyx's growl turned into a fierce snarl. "I told you," Nyx states. Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes as she gloats. Soon the man's lips wiggled into a snicker. “I must say, Sage has quite the taste”