Lola's account of her movements was equally simplistic. After secretly escaping from the solitary confinement cell, she sneaked into the kitchen to steal some bread. After consuming ten plates of bread, she intended to return to the cell but started feeling unwell. This discomfort led Lola to believe she had overeaten and was too full. After careful consideration, she walked in the cedar forest to help digest her meal.Caesar knew the rest of the story. He could not imagine that the girl in front of him, who was absentmindedly plucking rose petals, would mistake her period of fever for being "overstuffed." Her foolishness was beyond his imagination.As she spoke, Lola absentmindedly tore the rose petals into tiny pieces. It was inevitable that people would fidget when they were anxious, and Caesar allowed her this behavior.However, when Lola unconsciously tried to stuff the rose petals into her mouth, Caesar slapped her hand and snapped, "Don't eat that."It was as if Lola had awaken
Lola had not partaken of any sustenance for a considerable time, and her stomach now lay barren, utterly devoid of any contents, persistently throbbing with pain. This suffering could be attributed to Caesar, the sadist who delighted in wielding his whip, a cruel tyrant who relished in administering punishment, and who nearly marred her precious visage. In truth, this was not Lola's first encounter with hunger. Between the ages of three and eighteen, Lola had mainly lived in starvation, particularly during her growth period. Her stature barely reached 160 centimeters, undoubtedly linked to her lack of adequate nourishment during her formative years. In the government residence, meals were strictly regimented, with a precise distribution of daily nutrients. The provisions scarcely provided sufficient sustenance for muscular growth. Even the Alphas, subjected to such dietary restrictions for years, could not attain significant stature or the physical prowess they were capable of. The
After being scolded, Lola sat quietly. Caesar's gaze returned to her frail body, focusing on her delicate shoulders, slender collarbones, and the bruised wounds left by shackles. She looked like she could burst into tears at the slightest touch. Francis approached Caesar and spoke in his characteristic lazy tone, "Tell me... General, can you investigate this case without any personal bias? The Prime Minister might not know, but you should know who left those marks on Lora's neck, right?" Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you want to know?" His voice was low and sounded like a territorial beast. Francis didn't pursue the topic further. After all, he wasn't an Alpha but a Beta who failed to differentiate. Francis straightened up and casually said, "Perhaps it's unnecessary. I respect personal privacy." "...However, since the Prime Minister entrusted me with this task, I think I should give it my all, right?" Francis caressed the eagle's head on his cane, "General, you can consi
Upon the exchange for handcuffs, the tension within Lola's demeanor dissipated considerably. The abrasions on her wrists were painful. Although Lola prided herself on her high pain tolerance from childhood scuffles, she struggled to endure the constant friction between the heavy shackles and her skin for extended periods. Compared to the pain, the unhealed wounds tormented by the shackles resembled cruel torture. Liberated from her restraints, Lola could now pace freely in her solitary cell, sleep on the narrow, damp bunk, and even approach the bars to chat with the correctional officers, play cards, and coax them into sharing their pine nuts. The only inconvenience was the effort required to maneuver her underpants when using the bathroom. She had first to lift her skirt, hold it in place with her teeth, and then pull the left side up after cleaning herself, followed by the right, repeating the process several times before the underpants were properly in place. Once completed, she
The room was silent, with the tranquility that hadn't been experienced since the prison was built and put to use. Caesar stood still, composed like a statue made of jade. Francis' cane clattered to the floor. Eugenie's grip on Lola's hand loosened. Under the influence of the drug, Lola's brain was severely numbed, leaving her expression blank. Her blinking slowed, her lips relaxed, and her breathing became steady like a delicate doll's. But the words that came from her mouth were far from delicate: "...General Caesar also wants me to kiss him, but a simple kiss won't do. He wants me to do it like I'm eating a roast piglet, and he even wants me to lift my skirt—" Before she could say any more, Caesar strode over, his face grave, and forcefully covered Lola's mouth. "Shut up." Francis seemed intrigued. "General Caesar, this seems to be the most important part." Eugenie subconsciously rebutted, "...This is false." Caesar's face was expressionless as he looked down at Lola, her mout
For Lola, scaling the wall was as effortless as savoring succulent skewered kebabs, provided no external interference marred her. As Lola had just maneuvered half of her body over the wall, her ankle was seized by a man. Compared to her, the individual behind her could only be described as colossal in height and stature, including the hand now effortlessly clutching her ankle. Lola Inappropriately thought perhaps his palm was larger than her foot. The cold penetrated through his black leather gloves, chilling her as she wore the standard-issue gray and white pajama pants. Due to her movement, the pants rolled up to her calves, revealing a slender ankle he now grasped firmly. Lola suspected that he could easily snap her bones with just a bit of force. She shuddered, recalling Caesar's whip from the other day. Caesar: "Come down." Lola tried to kick him: "I won't come down." Caesar remained silent, tugging her downward. Lola wanted to scream but dared not; she could only thrash ab
At long last, Lola savored the much-anticipated roast suckling pig; however, to her chagrin, she could not indulge in an entire one. Presently, six individuals of the Asti clan remained under "house arrest" within the official residence, the youngest being three years younger than Lola named Ollie. As a child, a fever had left Ollie's mind somewhat addled, giving her an air of befuddlement. Lola took an entire roast suckling pig leg and a portion of carved meat, accompanied by lettuce cups, which she generously shared with Ollie. Oblivious, Ollie inquired, "Where is Miss Angela?" Perhaps influenced by the rumors, the dining hall's restrictions were less stringent that day, and the murmurs were louder. With one hand cradling a plate piled high with food and the other protecting Ollie, Lola ensured the crowd did not jostle her. The two of them were recognized as a pair with intellectual impairments after testing and observation, and as such, no one typically sought to trouble them. A
Eight years past, in pursuit of territorial conquest for the empire, Caesar was struck in his right arm amidst a fierce firefight, from which three bullets were extracted. Four years ago, in a bid to safeguard the Prime Minister, Caesar was inadvertently injured, a sizable shard deeply embedded in his right leg. Yet these wounds paled compared to the torment inflicted by the noisy little sparrow, who clutched a lightning rod and bellowed through a megaphone. "Caesar, my darling—" "Father of my child—" "My heart and soul, my sweet treasure, my honeybee—" ... Never before had Caesar endured such intense, crushing agony. He would rather face the battlefield alongside imperial generals or engage in deadly combat with the most ruthless drug lords than continue to bear this soul-crushing torture. Especially when, upon seeing him, the small girl on the lightning rod became even more excited, waving her handkerchief at Caesar like a devotee of a 500-episode primetime soap opera: "Caesa