In the hotel's penthouse suite.

The scattered moonlight outside the window fell on the sheets through the curtains.

Caesar suddenly woke up and gasped for breath. He had that dream again, remembering the day his mother left. He lit the flame of martyrdom with his own hands. The soaring flames burned up, turning the central altar into ruins, and the sparks and the remaining traces were everywhere. He ascended to the sky with his mother and turned into the morning star in the sky.

In the dark room, Caesar's face was gloomy, as cold as a piece of ice that had not melted even after ten years.

The uncle said that the family had the most selfless love for him, so no matter how "rebellious" Caesar was in these years, the family still treated him with the utmost tolerance and pampering.

Every morning after he violently contradicted his uncle, Caesar would call the bank's personal financial advisor and ask if his bank card had been frozen.

Of course there are people in this world who dare to freeze his account. His huge expenses come entirely from family allocations, and his father or uncle has the power to suspend or permanently close his account.

Although he contradicted his uncle so fiercely today, the old guy's face was full of anger when he left, but he still didn't think of freezing Caesar's account. Caesar has been trying to challenge his uncle's bottom line for many years, and Frost... No matter how furious Gattuso was, he never punished his nephew.

From this aspect alone, it seems that the family's love for Caesar is as broad as the Gulf of Genoa.

But Caesar knew very well that it was not him that the family loved, but his blood, which was mixed with his mother's blood.

Caesar knew very well that no recognition from others was without reason.

If you want to be recognized and respected by others, you must do something first, instead of lying in bed and dreaming. Applause will always only be reserved for those who are prepared and work hard for it.

But he cannot accept that what his family recognizes is his bloodline!

He is not inferior to his bloodline, on the contrary, this is his lifelong pride, because half of the blood in his body comes from his mother.

But it was precisely because of this that he could not accept that his family's love for him was actually because of his bloodline!

They regard the mother as a woman of low status, but they recognize the bloodline of the child born by that woman and want to promote the child to the future throne of the family.

It's... so infuriating!

Therefore, Caesar never believed that the conflicts between himself and his family could be reconciled.

While he was spending a lot of family money, he was always ready to have his account closed.

Sometimes he would stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows and look at the prosperous city that was still brightly lit under the heavy rain, thinking that if one day he lost the account that never flows, he would inevitably say goodbye to his current life, luxury sports cars, top hotels, and clothes. The upper class society with fragrant temples, even the light and warmth behind it.

He will walk into the storm alone.

Sometimes Caesar was afraid.

What he fears is not the storm, nor going against the family, but that he will be unprepared when that day comes, and he will be walking alone on the right road...

It was only at this time that Caesar clearly realized the existence of Bloodmourne.

Caesar closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

Those afternoons with sunshine flowing like waterfalls appeared before his eyes again...

When he still had that thing called "childhood", the woman in his memory who was glowing with milky white light put a red rope tied at both ends between her slender fingers and played with him on the rope. Come up with a variety of mini-games.

The young Caesar enjoyed it so much, because as long as he played with beautiful tricks, the woman would chuckle silently!

At the last moment when her mother closed her eyes, she still stretched out her withered hand, tremblingly put a red string between her fingers, and let her kind and gentle baby son take the red string from his hand.

"The Rebirth of Financial Giants"

It seems that as long as he takes over the red rope, it means that he accepts the woman's will to live a good life.

That was the mother's last order to her son.

No disobedience is tolerated.

Because my mother said that men cannot cry, and a man who sheds tears is a weak man, so Caesar always told himself again and again, don't admit defeat, don't admit defeat, don't admit defeat, crying means admitting defeat.

How could he let down his mother in heaven, and how could he allow himself to expose his cowardice in front of those men and women who celebrated each other's glory?

no way!

When they want to see you cry, you insist on having cold eyebrows, using the roar of your motorcycle to wake them up completely, crushing their exquisite ancient porcelain tableware with your wheels, waving the burning curtain, and every word seems to be filled with emotion. Demonstrate to them with decisive force and fire!

Because that’s what you want, what you expect deep down in your heart, what you should look like when you grow up, strong and fierce, never falling behind in the face of anyone, always proudly raising your head and looking coldly at anyone. You can always be gentle to those you love.

Only this kind of self will be closer to what my mother wants to see.

It is precisely because his mother wanted to see a strong and confident Caesar that Caesar was always so proud and arrogant. He was proud of his bloodline and arrogant because the most fundamental teaching he received came from his mother, not his family.

But whenever he thought of those times and scenes that he could never get back, the proud Caesar fell into silence many times.

All pride and arrogance no longer exist, and there is always a little urge to cry deep in my heart.

Because she is dead.

No matter how proud and powerful you are, even if you are skilled enough to turn over the red rope from a woman's hand in a few seconds, or even if you can walk into the storm calmly...

She will never live again.

Caesar lowered his head, looked at the engagement ring in his hand, and thought of the little witch.

She didn't know if she would be willing to walk into the cold storm with him when that day came.

"who?!"

Caesar suddenly turned around and grabbed the desert eagle under the pillow with his hand like lightning.

He suddenly heard a second breathing besides his own in the room!

The cold Desert Eagle fell into his hands, giving Caesar a sense of security. He stood up and pressed the light switch in the room next to the bed.

The bright light instantly illuminated the dark room.

On the sofa, a veiled woman with milky white light all over her body looked sideways out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"...Mom?" Caesar murmured absently. The figure in front of him overlapped for a moment with the woman in his memory with her back to the sun. But he quickly realized that his mother had died a long time ago. She was only in his own body. In my memory, I look like an angel with white light, not like the person in front of me...

What is this?!

The veiled woman sat there, her eyes not falling on Caesar, but on the quiet city outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

There are deserted streets late at night, the vast and deep night, and the dawn that doesn’t know whether it will come again.

Caesar didn't know who this woman was who broke into his room without anyone noticing, but he could also keenly sense that she was unusual!

He slowly put down the gun and paid careful attention to the woman's movements. He was not sure whether the gadget in his hand was useful to the woman, so he simply put down the gun to see what the woman wanted to do.

"Turn off the lights."

A voice sounded in Caesar's mind.

Caesar looked at the woman in bewilderment. He had opened Kamitachi's territory. Kamitachi didn't bring back any sound, but the woman's voice echoed in his mind very clearly, as if her communication method was telepathy. .

After hesitating for a few seconds, Caesar turned off the light.

When it comes to fighting, the dark environment will be an advantage for him with his Kama Itachi.

The bright lights in the room were turned off.

The shadow of the floor-to-ceiling window panes fell on the sofa, and the woman's figure was bathed in the cold moonlight. The milky white light emanating from her body softly swallowed up the moonlight.

"Isn't this very artistic?" The woman's voice sounded again.

Caesar could not use words to describe the other party's voice, because he did not hear it at all. The woman's words seemed to be written in his brain in the form of words, allowing him to understand its meaning in an instant.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Caesar asked calmly.

The woman slowly turned her head. The milky white light that filled her body was not dim but became more intense. She stretched out her hand, her fingers were as long as jade, and the eyes on the veil seemed as deep and deep as the dark night.

Caesar never knew that the black-eyed boy could be even more profound and majestic than the golden boy who represented the bloodline, as if the endless night swallowed up the dawn.

"deal?"

"...What's the deal?" Caesar didn't understand what she was talking about.

"memory."

"What memory?" Caesar looked confused. Can memories be exchanged?

"The memories you forgot."

It's still a puzzling statement.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Caesar said solemnly, "Please be more straightforward."

"So you choose to trade?"

Caesar raised his eyebrows. Although the situation was unclear and this woman was completely invisible to him, he was by no means prepared to sit still and wait for death.

He thought so and was ready to do it, but the woman didn't give him this chance.

"Okay, the deal is done." The veiled woman nodded coolly, looking aloof as she reluctantly agreed to the deal out of pity.

When she said the words "deal completed", Caesar's nerves were tense to the extreme. His field was enlarged to the extreme, and he carefully observed the woman's every move, but the woman did nothing and nothing happened. .

Is this... a farce?

"Since it's a transaction, what price do I have to pay?"

Caesar felt that this woman was an extremely self-centered arrogant. To deal with such a person, you must continue to follow her wishes. He was very experienced in this regard.

"Your struggle is the source of my pleasure."

"...What a wicked guy. Then who are you?" Caesar asked softly.
To be continued...