4 Chapter 233: Backstory (1/2)

Utilizing his royal identification, Caesar passed by the heavily guarded gates with ease. Not many carriages usually entered and exited Limbo kingdom during the night, so the defenses were relatively lax. Not to mention the fact that Caesar had long been noted as an influential figure amongst the nobles, so his demands were catered to quite swiftly.

The six white stallions that pulled the carriage had adopted Caesar's personality and even defecated wherever they pleased, gazing upon the guards with unmatched arrogance. Unfortunately, the Knights were unable to do anything in retaliation, cleaning up the mess with disinclination. Caesar observed this scene with amusement in his eyes, inwardly praising the horses.

Words were not expected to be exchanged when dealing with nobles, resulting in Caesar's carriage rolling on its way after a brief checkup. The horses flexed their well-groomed muscles as they walked, neighing imperiously and showing absolute prestige. Their confidence has been bolstered from carrying Caesar, as if they were aware that their master was on another level in comparison to the average human.

Naturally, both Caesar and Joe found their actions quite comical, neither of them willing to alter it in the slightest. A pet generally took after their owner, so it could only be imagined what personality traits the steeds would adopt. Caesar was a naturally aloof and arrogant person, so if his pets were haughty, he accepted it.

Thinking to here, Caesar's eye dilated as he peered into the back of the carriage. He had completely forgotten about the small cat he obtained from the abandoned chapel. He planned to give it to Elizabeth, so he quickly stood up from where he was sitting and rummaged through the back of the carriage.

”Oi, it's not like you to become so anxious, what's wrong?” Joe asked from the side, yawning into his hands and lounging on his belly. A sly light glimmered from his eyes as he looked downward, small black creature lying in his soft embrace, sleeping soundly.

Caesar didn't pay the silly dwarf much mind and continued looking, only recollecting himself after a few moments of failed searching. He closed his eyes and decided to sense for any living creatures in the surroundings, easily locating the small lifeform under the fat Joe. His sword-like eyebrows furrowed in a disgruntled manner as he subtly heaved an exasperated sigh.

It was not in his character to become so worked up over a small matter. Thus, he straightened the collars of his suit and slicked back his hair, sitting back down on the carriage as if nothing had transpired. He even ignored Joe's goofy smile, clicking his tongue distastefully.

Suddenly, Joe couldn't restrain his laughter and bellowed out, creaking the entire carriage, and even waking up the nearby birds. His laugh resounded throughout the surroundings and caused a vein to appear on Caesar's forehead, ”that little girl has captured your heart, huh?” Joe commented with a snicker.

Caesar didn't refute his words, but he ignored them for the time being. Instead, he pulled out the contract he had created with Black, inspected its contents one more time. It was not merely an oral agreement, nor was it something that could be stopped. Since it was a signed contract, if it were to be breached, the man would become wanted at every single adventurer's guild. Not to mention the reimbursement that Caesar would receive from the contractee's family, according to the law.

It was straightforward, as long as Caesar supplied wage and lodging, a group of workers would arrive at every full moon. On top of that, a suitable band of adventurers would help escort his merchandise to their respective buyers, formulating relatively decent and smooth transactions. Furthermore, with Limbo kingdoms support, not many kingdoms would dare attack Rahvin's trade routes.

With this in mind, Caesar tapped his chin and rubbed it, feeling a small stubble beginning to grow. The waves created from the trebuchets and crossbows were starting to die down, so it was about time to lay low and rake in the money. He had wanted to relax in Rahvin for around a year or so following the wars in the dark continent, but his plans had crumbled with the invitation. Now, it was time to prepare for war.

Caesar leaned back and let out a long breath, scrutinizing the beautiful moon. He was always a man who overworked himself, even if he didn't plan on it. His beautiful eyes closed as he reminisced about his unseemly past back on earth.

His father had been a semi-successful and handsome businessman, who had married his beautiful birth mother after laying a solid foundation in corporate. He was around thirty years old at the time, and it was a blissful marriage, no complaints from either family. That was, until Caesar's birth mother, Paula, had gotten pregnant. Her body had always been frail, and even more so once Caesar was born. She was constantly bed-ridden, leaving his father, Kenji, an immigrant, worried at work.

This continued for a total of three years until Caesar's mother regretfully passed away, leaving his father in an unfathomable depression. Kenji drank away his sorrows, leaving Caesar alone to practically raise himself, which wasn't an easy task. It wasn't until Caesar was already eight years old that his father remarried another woman, producing two more healthy children.