Judging by the looks my fathers were throwing at Nero, the night was about to get worse.
Daddy Ezio lightly jabbed his elbow at Daddy Alistair, catching his attention. "Did I hear that right? The Governor Heir personally visited us!" The statement sounded patronizing, made even worse by his next words. "I thought we wouldn't hear from them after ignoring us for more than a month."
I winced upon hearing Daddy Ezio's remarks. Technically speaking, the snail-like process of aid and alliance with Corvus City was my fault. I was Calix's ambassador, and I should've done a better job of speeding things up. The delegate from Corvus wouldn't even arrive if not for the help of Nero.
But of-f*****g-course, my fathers would bring it up right when the Governor Heir was before us. f*****g alphas and
