Lola didn't quite understand Caesar's words. She tilted her head and let out a short, confused "Hmm"?Bullying a fool doesn't bring much sense of achievement. Moreover, if she spanked this little fool now, she would only resort to tantrums and crying, which would launch a devastating attack on Caesar's ears.After weighing the pros and cons, Caesar decided not to bother with Lola's little brain and strange thoughts for now.As they passed the campus where Lola had been, she pressed both hands against the glass, staring at the students who were leaving school and the beautiful shops outside, selling exquisite and clean ice cream and candy. The afterglow of the sunset was split into many tiny pieces of light by the water sprayed from the blue-bottomed white whale fountain.Caesar asked, "Want some?"Lola nodded vigorously.Caesar put on his mask and got out of the car. He held Lola's hand like a normal couple. Lola hopped around by Caesar's side, stepping on the blue squares on the floo
Just a second before Lola reached out to pull the big ears, Caesar hugged her in time.Lola leaned against his arm and, looking over Caesar's shoulder, still reluctantly looked at the donkey's two big ears.Lola said, "Caesar, can't I touch its ears?"Caesar said, "If your head can be harder than its hooves, I think you can."Unfortunately, it couldn't be.If Lola's fragile skull were kicked, it would only be like fragile almond jelly falling on the ground, smashing into a big mess.Her head was full of water, seemingly stubborn, but actually so fragile that it could break at a touch.A distance from the cabin, Caesar was preparing to educate Lola not to touch animals bigger than her casually—However, Lola leaned on Caesar's arm and, out of earshot, whispered, "Caesar, the man behind the cabin is a bit strange."Caesar looked down."He has a bug on him. When I ran over just now, I smelled a slight smell of ethanol on him," Lola said, "Caesar, the guy who gave me a headache, smells ex
When she gets old, she also wants to dress so beautifully, but not in such formal suits that would restrict her movements and seriously affect her ability to square dance.She didn't know if Caesar would dance with her. Would such a traditional person dance the waltz?As Caesar was making his New Year's speech to all the citizens, a woman with brown curly hair in the live broadcast suddenly raised a gun and fired a shot at Caesar--Lola screamed, "Caesar!!!"Caesar in the live broadcast wouldn't hear her voice, but he wasn't shot either.His bodyguard protected him in time. The curly-haired woman who had infiltrated was hit in her right arm and fell straight down. A large number of armed personnel rushed up and successfully apprehended her.The live broadcast was chaotic, the crowd panicked, and only the journalists and photographers were still working. The reporter held the microphone and, even though she was pushed about, she excitedly exp
The speech ended, applause thundered, and Caesar bowed deeply. He turned around and left the venue safely under the escort of special forces and bodyguards. He bent over to get into the car, and Arthur handed him a glass of water. Caesar took a sip and asked, "How is that person?"Arthur said in a low voice, "She has been controlled, indeed she had hidden cyanide in her button."Caesar nodded, "Temporarily detain her."This assassination attempt was tacitly permitted by Caesar — Lola caught a suspicious person hidden by Herman's side using her sense of smell. After a strict interrogation, the person voluntarily confessed to today's assassination attempt.Caesar deliberately let her in.He closed his eyes, took a brief rest, and then heard someone knocking on the car window. Caesar rolled down the glass window and saw an angry face — it was Robert, the father of the Education Minister Keynes.This man, who is engrossed in politics
Lola couldn't be sure when Caesar started to be suspicious, she carefully reviewed their conversation tonight, but the feeling of being nibbled by small fish in a hot spring made her unable to concentrate.When did Caesar realize her memory had returned? He seemed normal when he just got home - was it when Lola couldn't hold back and probed about his speech on the Asti people?Or from the moment she deliberately baited Caesar to say the nickname?Lola was puzzled.The warm water soaked her whole body, Caesar's forearm was blocking her neck, and Lola had to lift her chin, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board - no, she was not a fish, she was an agile rabbit that could ambush eagles.But the warm kiss stopped the rabbit's counterattack, like being soaked in a winter hot spring, Lola closed her eyes, her fingers hanging down, grabbing Caesar's silver hair.This pervert.The jasmine on the table was fragrant and beautiful, Caesar, who had been splashed with the fragra
Duke Salieri was stunned for a moment, then angrily accused Caesar, "What nonsense are you talking about? Dolores has been dead for so many years, she can't possibly—"Lola hid behind Caesar, even though Caesar was holding her head, she still stubbornly popped out like a sprout pushing forcefully through a rock in spring. She earnestly said to Duke Salieri, "If you don't believe it, you can use your own hair and Antonio's hair to do a DNA comparison — oh, my mother Ms. Dolores has been dead for many years, but you can use my genes to redo the sibling kinship test. I think you should be able to get some results."Duchess Salieri covered her chest with her hand, her frail body unable to withstand such a shock. She turned to look at Duke Salieri, her voice trembling, "Did you really betray me?""Be calm," Duke Salieri, unable to bear it any longer, lowered his voice to remind his wife, "Dolores has been dead for over a decade."Duchess Salieri's tears flowed, "You didn't even spare the b
"Caesar refrained from taking painkillers.""Lola enjoyed five succulent oranges."Unclear if it was the energy of spring awakening around her, but the gunshot wound on Lola's shoulder began to itch subtly, akin to young grass buds pushing through the soil, an itch almost unbearable. She found solace in crisp, sweet, refreshing fruits, recently favoring oranges, but she detested peeling them herself—it would harm her newly manicured, beautiful nails. Lola's nails were moderate in length, not a hindrance to her shooting. Adorning them were images of the charming Peppa Pig family, while Emilia's boasted a pack of big bad wolves. Caesar ridiculed their nails as kindergarten craft, even as he tossed peeled oranges to Lola—she devoured half in one bite, her way of eating an impressive sight. Caesar had long abandoned any expectations of ladylike behavior from Lola. From Salleri's mansion to the airport, then to Caesar's private airfield, Lola was constantly yawning, fighting off fatigu
Lola didn't kill Stan, she merely shot him by shattering both his arms and legs.She didn't have a concept of "father". Lola didn't harbor such notions. If it weren't for the fact that Caesar still needed Stan to uncover some truths, her first shot would have targeted his heart.She wouldn't hesitate, except for Caesar.In the vast underground lab, there were only ten guards, the rest were powerless researchers. When Monica got the news, she promptly arrived to clean up and immediately sealed off the entire underground lab.Lola didn't participate in what followed; she was somewhat hungry and needed to eat—strangely enough, she felt she needed to consume more food than before as if her body was burning more energy. It was like an old car consuming more fuel.However, it wasn't a problem. Lola's backpack was filled with chocolates, candies, and energy bars. She gobbled these quick energy boosters, although her teeth felt a bit sore. Maybe she needed to see a dentist? With such a thoug
Lola only found out that Emilia had come to find her after she finished her class.She threw a whole piece of chocolate into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed hard: "Where is she?""She went to the back mountain with Instructor Angus."Lola drank a whole cup of hot cocoa and ate two more pieces of chocolate. She checked her schedule. There were no classes today, she could rest now.But, by next week, Lola has to leave here to continue her studies as a student.What an unfortunate event.Yes, Lola still needs to receive a university education now. She passed the written exam smoothly and is now a student at a certain university in the empire.However, due to her special status, she doesn't have to live in a dormitory. She only needs to go there when she has classes.It's a holiday now. After the holiday is over, Lola has to leave here temporarily and focus on studying at school.Also, she needs to receive he
Besides blood, there were also bone marrow, semen... oh, the latter was not a necessity.Caesar's identity was special, and he naturally knew what this meant. To some extent, the permanent marking was actually restraining the omega, but Caesar made the same promise to her.He shared blood and life with her.The nightingale that grew up in the dark eventually perched on a large tree.The tree provided its sap for her nourishment.......After Lola successfully enrolled in school, Caesar's mood did not improve.For some reasons, Emilia was ahead of Lola in grade, so she couldn't take care of Lola all the time. And Lola's physique was such that it was best not to bleed...Unfortunately, the school Lola attended was a mixed one. Although she chose politics as her major, there were many alphas who would go to the battlefield in the future.The school had strict security, but privately, Caesar would still send Salleri 's guard
Emilia took two minutes to understand the meaning in Angus' words. When realization dawned, she pressed her hand, covered in wolf fur, to Angus' face."You're dreaming," Emilia said. "I won't let you permanently mark me! You filthy creature."The young miss felt her dignity was severely challenged - she would rather have the wolf pack get used to her scent...she would rather reluctantly pet these frenzied carnivores than be permanently marked by him.For an omega, that meant eternal commitment.Angus sighed, "Very well then."He lowered his eyes slightly. In his field of vision, Emilia was still angrily touching the wolf pack, her hair and chest heaving with agitated breaths. Emilia didn't like the beastly smells on her. She asked Angus, "Is there another way?"She said, "Anything except a permanent mark...I'll do."Angus looked conflicted. "Yes, miss. But that may still offend you.""Nothing's more offensiv
For Emilia, what happened after wakening was like an uncontrolled, bittersweet nightmare.The source of the nightmare was Angus, kneeling on one knee at her feet, wiping her feet with a soft cloth.The liquid on her feet had been carefully wiped clean by Angus. The room was filled with the scent of roasted coffee beans. Emilia clenched her hands tightly on the silk sheets, staring at Angus. He was still alive.Not just alive, he was well and present before her as an enemy, silently bent over and wiping, just like before.The difference was Emilia. She raised her foot slightly, trying to kick Angus's shoulder, but the pain made her gasp and ask him, "How dare you?"How dare you deceive me? You pledged loyalty to me.I thought you were dead. I sent many people out to find you. I wanted to avenge you.Angus lifted his face, gripping Emilia's foot, looking straight into her eyes. He said nothing. After a moment, he leaned to the side and lightly kissed the top of Emilia's foot.Enraged, E
The confessional was dark and damp, and there seemed to be a faint gloomy scent floating in the air. The choir's prayers were fading away in the distance, and the temperature had not yet receded. Emilia let down her skirt to cover her sweat.Emilia asked, "Do you know what you are doing?"Emilia had her back to Angus, and she could only see Angus's face in the dim shadow of the pillar. He lowered his eyes slowly, "I know that I cannot walk with you in the light, but you cannot take away my right to love you."Emilia turned around, holding the silk handkerchief that she had used to wipe her sweat. She was somewhat annoyed, "Angus!"Angus did not dodge or avoid. He met her gaze. Emilia raised her hand, and gritted her teeth, "You still have one more chance to correct yourself."Angus said, "I promise my loyalty and love to you. If you think loving you needs to be punished, I have no complaints."Emilia was so upset by his words that she wanted to slap him, but her hand hesitated in the
Emilia noticed Angus' covert actions for the second time at the cusp of spring and summer.For a long stretch of time, Emilia and Angus maintained this secret relationship, hidden from others.As the relationship with the Asti people became increasingly strained and terror attacks were intermittent, the Duke of Salleri was increasingly busy and rarely at home. The daily routine of Lady Salleri was composed of eating, sleeping, reading, and urging Caesar — she hoped that Caesar would return soon and find a suitable omega.In comparison, the Salleri clan placed more emphasis on familial relations.No one paid particular attention to Emilia, nor would they believe that Emilia would have any relations with an Asti person.On horseback, in a small cabin, amid forest flowers, Emilia savored the joy of secret rendezvous with her lover — she wanted to refer to him as a lover, a term that seemed too intimate, but she couldn't find any other word that suited him better.In the past six months,
Winter came, particularly early this year.Angus didn't have much feeling for winter. In the Asti isolation zone, there was no equipped heating system. The lowest temperature was not more than minus ten degrees, and most people could keep warm by relying on fireplaces or self-installed heating pipes.Further north, when the temperature drops to minus twenty or even thirty degrees, the harsh weather and snow become extremely lethal.Every year when the snow melts, many elderly people pass away.And Emilia likes snow. The ancestors of the Salleri estate originally lived in the far and cold north, close to the Arctic. The cold gave them high cheekbones, a more three-dimensional appearance, skin as pure as snow, and hair as silver as moonlight.Once, the Salleri family was called the King in the Snow. Later, as time went by, the nickname changed, becoming the Grim Reaper in the Ice and Snow, the Devil.The entire family has the trait of pride, and Emilia is no exception. They also have an
Emilia was not sure if Angus dared to continue to deceive her.After all, in Emilia's memory, Angus had never lied to her, except for the exception just now, but Emilia couldn't rule out that it was her own stubbornness that caused it.Emilia slowly gathered a breath in her chest, she stared at Angus's face, hesitated for a few minutes, and then Angus leaned in.He seemed to no longer intend to persuade her with words, it was still a war of tongues, but it was no longer about language and argument but about flexible and exquisite skills.Emilia grabbed Angus's hair hard, she warned him: "This is your last chance, if you can't satisfy me, I will kill you."She emphasized the word 'kill'.There's no way, alpha and omega are naturally endowed with certain differences in body size and strength, and Angus's fighting skills are indeed more proficient than Emilia's. Excluding the master-servant relationship, if they really had to fight, Emilia was no match for Angus.But Emilia can suppress
Angus had little memory of his foster parents; they were a couple as ordinary as they come, living in the isolation zone like all other Asti people, cut off from the outside world. Most Asti people lived this way, many never left the isolation zone until their death. In dark, cramped houses, with narrow spaces between buildings that barely let sunlight in, roaches, ants, and rats were frequent visitors. The area's basic sanitary conditions were poor and neglected, relying on conscientious people to organize free volunteer groups. Whenever a flu outbreak occurred, it was devastating. Every autumn and winter, people died from the flu. It seemed as if the world's suffering enjoyed preying on the poor. The "medicine" and food in the isolation zone had to be transported from the outside, but those in charge of the isolation zone didn't take the needs of these pitiful people to heart. Even the people caring for livestock on the farms were more diligent than these officials. The "medicine"