Unrequited Love and Expedition
The vitality and mental strength of a Six-Winged Marquis, even in a normal state, are more powerful than a Four-Winged Marquis with Holy Wings!
As Caesar felt the world-destroying power within him, he took a deep breath, unable to hide the shock on his face.
"After transforming into the Six-Winged form, my strength has increased a hundredfold in a normal state!"
He said this without the slightest hint of modesty.
A fully unleashed Six-Winged Marquis could defeat ten thousand Four-Winged ones!
And it would be a complete domination, a ruthless slaughter…
No wonder, for hundreds of thousands of years, the heads of the seven royal families of the Blood Clan have all been Six-Winged Marquises.
In the absence of a duke, the Six-Winged Marquis could be considered invincible!
"Ha~"
After a long while, Caesar gradually adapted to this sudden surge of power.
The rapid advancement of his mental strength meant a significant enhancement of his supernatural abilities.
Caesar's "Spatial Manipulation" range had reached a terrifying ten kilometers.
As long as he wished, he could mold and shape the space within ten kilometers like putty.
He could now fold space five times!
Not to mention anything else; when it came to "running away," even a duke would be unable to catch him… provided he wanted to escape.
Once the vitality within him completely calmed and settled, Caesar returned to the aura of a mere baron.
He then glanced down at the scattered fragments of the coffin around him.
Suddenly, he fell silent.
"The breakthrough went quite smoothly… just a bit wasteful on the coffin!"
A look of pity crossed Caesar's eyes.
There was no choice but to find another opportunity to acquire a new coffin.
After cleaning up the broken coffin, he went downstairs.
…
The next time he saw Stephanie was several days later.
She had returned to her usual innocent and quirky self and was visiting Caesar more frequently, showing up every few days.
As usual, today Caesar was telling her the story of "Venus and Adonis."
This was an ancient Roman myth about the love between the goddess of love, Venus, and the handsome young man, Adonis.
After finishing the story,
Stephanie sat cross-legged on the floor, her water-blue eyes glistening with tears. Her delicate, fair hands were propped on the carpet, and she leaned forward, her exquisitely beautiful face pouting with a quivering nose… utterly adorable!
"You finally have a conscience and told me a tragedy that isn't too tragic."
She pouted, giving Caesar a dramatically piercing glare.
Although Adonis, Venus's lover, had died, their final outcome was still somewhat good—Adonis could spend half the year in the mortal realm with Venus, while the remaining six months he had to spend in heaven.
Compared to the previous tragedies she had heard, this story could be considered a grand and happy ending.
"Mainly, I'm running out of tragic love stories to tell."
Caesar shrugged helplessly. "You come so often that soon I won't have any stories left to share with you."
Although he enjoyed reading in his past life,
he couldn't keep up with Stephanie's incessant curiosity… he had been drained dry.
"Ah! What should we do?"
Stephanie's little face was stunned.
She had always thought Caesar was an inexhaustible treasure trove of stories.
Never did she expect him to say "stock is depleted."
Without any stories left, how could Caesar continue to satisfy her?
"What else can we do?"
Caesar spread his hands. "I have no stories to tell, so Your Highness doesn't have a reason to come over anymore."
"That's not acceptable!"
Her voice suddenly rose by eight degrees as she jumped up from the floor.
Only after shouting did she realize her reaction might lead to misunderstandings, causing her face to flush.
"I… what I mean is, this princess is not someone who discards others after use."
With her hands on her hips, her neck flushed red, she insisted, "Even if you can't tell stories anymore, I can still come to chat with you, because we are friends!"
In fact,
she didn't even need to hear love stories anymore.
The stories were all about other men and women's love.
Stephanie was already enjoying her own love…
Though it was a humble, unrequited crush, being with Caesar, even without doing or saying anything, made her very happy.
"Mm~ Your Highness is truly a person of loyalty."
Caesar narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a half-smile.
He didn't know when Stephanie would muster the courage to confess to him.
Nor did he plan to break the ice himself.
He would wait patiently; there was no rush.
He would wait for Stephanie to be ready.
At the same time, he would also wait for himself to be ready… Having been alone for so long, Caesar hadn't made up his mind to add a bond to his life.
After all, the waiting process was quite interesting…
…
Time passed day by day, month by month.
Caesar thoroughly enjoyed the peaceful life he had now.
Most of the time, he was undisturbed, allowing him to focus on his training.
Occasionally, Stephanie would bring Juliet to visit him, chatting and talking… he increasingly liked this lively, innocent little princess.
From Six-Winged Marquis to Duke, it was an extremely long, arduous, and challenging journey.
But the lifespan of a marquis was over ten thousand years, so Caesar had plenty of time.
…
Time flew like a fleeting shadow.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
On this day, the peaceful days were finally shattered!
The Kingdom of Poshia, after three years of brewing, saw the territories of the seven royal families simultaneously sound the horn on this night, unveiling the beginning of an unprecedented grand war.
The seven royal families gathered their clan armies, totaling two million seven hundred thousand troops, marching vigorously toward the east!
Twenty-four marquises, over three hundred earls, countless viscounts and barons… the entire army was mobilized.
With such a show of force, it was clear that the Blood Clan was serious this time, intent on completely annihilating the Butler nation.
At the same time, four ancient black coffins accompanied the army, pulled by several massive magical beasts, preventing anyone other than the seven clan heads from approaching…
This war was destined to be recorded in the annals of Blood Clan history.
Future generations would refer to this day as: The Nine-Character Army's Eastern Expedition!
Nine represented the utmost number.
For the Blood Clan, the number "nine" held profound significance.
Because, in several epochs past, the progenitor Caitlyn had created nine princes in Poshia!
Though only seven royal clans remained from the original nine today,
"nine" continued to symbolize the faith and glory of the Blood Clan!