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“I’m, I’m sorry……….”
With my hands gently folded in front of Caesar’s chest, I tried to get up, pushing him slightly.
Caesar looked at me as if I was ridiculous, twisting around like how babies with poor abdominal muscle formation tried to get up.
I feel so ashamed! I didn’t do this on purpose!
His expression did not change for a while, but he changed his expression twice already, so I was on the good side.
Although one expression was due to discomfort and the other was due to absurdity.
With a look of great annoyance, he pushed my back to help me get up.
“I..I just brushed my teeth.”
With his help, I was able to get up carefully and made an excuse.
Caesar’s mysophobia was not a problem on that level.
He looked at me, not saying a word.
‘No, I just want you to live.’
Sneaking away from the gaze, she swallowed the words ‘Oh my God!’
“I’m all right.”
Caesar said a moment later. It was a tone that didn’t contain the slightest bit of sincerity.
Anyone could tell it was out of courtesy.
“You don’t look all right.….”
Her life was like a beacon, but she was unnecessarily honest.
It’s because she was the type to clearly say if it’s right, it’s right, and if it’s not, it’s not.
But as soon as she lifted her eyes and looked at him, she immediately came back to her senses.
“No, it’s nothing. Sir, would you like to wash up?”
Nineina said, pointing to the bathroom where she had just washed up.
“…Usually, the first thing you should’ve done is ask what I came here for.”
It was a sharp point.
Ordinary people are not recommended to wash up just because of baptism. I’ll bet you’ll wipe it off with a cloth.
(QC/N: ‘baptism’ = her spit………)
But I suggested that he should bring the towel right next to him and wash up.
As I knew that merely wiping the germs of my cough off with a towel would make him much more uncomfortable.
Her survival instincts that recognized the crisis she was in, strongly invoked.
“Uh…… I thought about it the other way around. So if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t find the current situation very pleasant. But if I had suggested you wipe it off yourself with a towel, it feels like I’m asking you to do more, so… washing up would be the best choice.”
‘It’s not my standard, rather it’s yours.’
There was nothing strange about it, though I dawdled.
I felt relieved to see that Caesar had lost his sharp gaze.
He looked like he didn’t have to wash up.
‘No, you don’t look fine.’
I immediately denied it. Of course, only in my own consciousness.
“There’s something your father asked me to do.”
He brought up the reason why he came to meet her, as if he wanted to end it.
“………Is that so?”
“Ah… I see.”
This situation was very awkward.
So what am I supposed to do?
I felt a cold sweat rising from my forehead. Caesar looked at me as I rolled my eyes and I felt suffocated again.
“Would you please dismiss the people? I’d only like the two of us left.”
He said such eerie words casually.
‘You’re not trying to kill me, are you?’
I hated this, but I followed his instructions because I didn’t think he could achieve that purpose with the amount of people on standby.
“Get out for a second.”
It was difficult to send them away because I’ve only dismissed them a few times. When I asked to be left alone, the maids who were strongly opposed back then with Mayer, went out without a word this time.
Their reply was neat and the door closed without a gap.
‘You said I was your Master, so how can you give me up so easily……?’
They also seemed to feel that he was a formidable man.
‘By the way, why did Caesar appear already?’
I recalled that the scene of his first appearance shouldn’t be here.
He first appeared when the main character, Meia, settled and lived in the capital. He was to escort Meia for her debut at Rubenio’s request.
Ever since then, Caesar began frequently appearing in the novel. Most of the time, he played a role in rescuing Meia from danger.
People expected him to be the male lead.
As the proportion of males increased, it was almost certain that he was the main male lead.
However, something strange happened to Caesar which caused him to lose airflow with Meia.
Not to mention, he wasn’t on Meia’s love route, nor was he on her friendship route either.
To protect Meia.
That was really all he did. Once Meia arrived at a safe place, he went back as if he had finished his business.
He was a very mysterious man.
Some speculated that he might actually be the ultimate final boss.
I was one of those people who thought so.
But he didn’t do much until the end was reached.
When Rubenio died, he didn’t even look back and disappeared from Meia’s side.
The readers were outraged.
What happened? Who the hell is Caesar?
The author promised to unravel Caesar’s past in the side stories.
But I will never be able to see his past.
‘Because I fell in here.’
To me, Caesar remained an unsolvable mystery. Perhaps it is only Rubenio who knows of Caesar in this world.
I didn’t even know how much Rubenio knew.
Rubenio did not reveal anything to Meia, who asked about Caesar’s identity.
All I knew about Caesar was that he protected Meia to keep his promise with Rubenio.
“According to my promise with Rubenio, I will protect you.”
His words were somewhat to be expected.
The only strange thing is why he appeared at this time.
‘What’s changed? It’s hard to take care of myself, but now I can’t believe I have to pay care to the original flow too.’
While I was busy pondering, Caesar added a condition.
“For the time being.”
It’s the first time that the word, ‘For the time being’ sounded as frightening as it did now.
‘Are you implying that something dangerous is going to occur?’
Getting healthy is a lot of work, and the explanation to this strange situation was not sufficient.
Caesar recited it roughly from the side and sat casually as if there were no problems.
I asked, calming my throbbing insides.
“May I ask you a few questions?”
“Rubenio…. So…. What promise did you make with my father?”
“Um… How long are you talking about when you said, ‘For the time being’?”
“As long as our promise continues.”
“So how long is that?”
Do you see this guy?
He said I could ask questions, he didn’t say that he wouldn’t answer them.
Are these questions that you don’t want to answer or can’t answer?
I don’t know which of the two is right, but Caesar kept his mouth shut.
He didn’t even tell me why he didn’t answer. It was incredibly rude.
However, I knew his personality roughly, so I gave up quickly.
This is because Nineina felt that nothing could open his mouth if he had already decided not to talk.
So all that was left was speculation.
I thought about it when Caesar left.
What was the trigger to their promise? Was it Rubenio’s death? Or was it because Meia had finally gotten a happy ending?
The situation was far too comprehensive.
It was difficult to confirm until further information was obtained.
– Every transaction has its price.
– I’ll pay that price, as long as you’re alive.
When Caesar first met Rubenio, he was ten years old.
A long time ago, it was a necessary promise he needed.
Rubenio offered that he would pay Caesar for protecting his daughter and Caesar agreed to do so.
I hated humans, but I have to keep my word with Rubenio. I hated the idea of not being able to do a task perfectly if it was something I was assigned.
Caesar pushed away the rush of inflammation and looked at Nineina.
He didn’t feel the beauty of human beings, and even Nineina’s beauty was nothing short of skin to him.
Instead, he felt weak.
Her skeleton was so thin, he thought it would break if he had touched it wrongly. In addition, there was no muscle strength in her body.
How can such a weak human being exist?
That was his first impression of Nina.
“Let me ask you one more thing.”
With a body that had no life strength contradictory to it, only her eyes gleamed with fresh vitality.
Her eyes had no longing for life, no filth or vulgarity. The light was confined only to survival.
Caesar was stunned by the look in Nineina’s eyes for a moment.
“Do you mean that I’m in danger? It’s my judgment, but I don’t think I need your help right now.”
Nineina said, looking intently at the sword Caesar was holding.
It was as if she had guessed the value of Caesar’s helplessness by looking at the sword.
“You’ll need it.”