Chapter 401: Fifty-two, Miss Hevnia… Hurry up_2
“In ‘Holy Sound,’ there should be few who understand Him better than me, that great existence called… Visas.”
Miss Hewinia’s eyelids twitched imperceptibly.
Of course, she didn’t need to ask Cesar about Visas’s knowledge and instead continued, “Then how did you know I was the Player?”
She doesn’t care about the knowledge of Visas?
Or does she simply not want to ask for it herself?
What a cautious person indeed. It’s not so much that she doesn’t want to know Visas’s knowledge; perhaps, she just doesn’t want to receive incorrect knowledge from him.
However, Cesar was curious to know which of Visas’s Corpse Blocks Hewinia possessed. But he didn’t show it and, instead, continued along her line of questioning, “Simple, because my prey is gone.”
His gaze shifted downward again, from Hewinia’s eyes to her body.
“I found a certain young lord’s body in the Forbidden Forest; his note was gone, although I clearly hadn’t laid a hand on him.” Cesar looked meaningfully at Hewinia, “I think, that the golden Fifth Notes is now on you.”
“You, stole my prey.”
With those words, coupled with that expression of Cesar’s, Hewinia felt as if Cesar was about to make his move and immediately clutched the Magic Wand inside her robe.
But there were no further movements from her, and neither did Cesar make any; he simply watched her, still with that faint smile on his face.
“Don’t be nervous, Miss Hewinia, I have no intention of harming you,” Cesar said with a smile, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have waited until now. Intuition tells me you’re dangerous. My intuition is always right, especially after obtaining Visas’s Corpse, it’s rare for me to feel this way anymore. The first time I met you, when I walked with you, I didn’t feel like I was beside a charming girl, but rather a fierce lion. My subconscious is telling me that if I laid my hands on you, there’s a good chance I’d end up dead.”
“Is that so?” Hewinia spoke, “Yet, I don’t sense your fear, Mr. Cesar. Otherwise, why would you come looking for me time and again?”
“Simple.” Cesar said, “Because at that time, the golden Seventh Note was irreplaceable, despite my wariness of you, I had to approach you, and besides…”
“I won’t hide it from you, Miss Hewinia. I believe I am far more likely to kill you than you are to kill me.”
“I think…” he looked at Hewinia meaningfully, “you’re also afraid of me.”
The atmosphere once again grew tense.
Hewniia’s expression remained largely unchanged, but the hand that held the Magic Wand inside her sleeve couldn’t help but tighten a bit more.
But Cesar soon smiled relaxedly again: “But now, there’s no need to consider those unpleasant matters. The golden Seventh Note is no longer unique, and since we both own one, there’s no need for us to continue to fight each other. This celebration… can accommodate both wolves.”
“Is that so?” Hewinia moved her hands behind her, “So what do you want by looking for me tonight? Or should I say, you didn’t come for me?”
“Of course it’s for you,” Cesar said with a smile, “Miss Hewinia, shall we form an alliance?”
“Yes.” Cesar extended his hand toward Hewinia, “An alliance of wolves.”
Hewinia’s pupils narrowed slightly.
She recalled the conversation with Bai Wei before entering the room.
“Why did he want to see me?”
“Birds of a feather, what other reason can there be? Either to love or to kill, as simple as that.”
Hewinia looked at the hand extended to her but didn’t immediately respond, instead asking, “I don’t quite understand what you mean, how do you wish to cooperate?”
“Do we need to go into detail? Miss Hewinia, there are so many possibilities between us,” Cesar said, “A wolf can only do so much, but two wolves are a different story, like now. Miss Hewinia, you killed Tupac, yet here you are, comfortably eating late-night snacks in this warm house, isn’t it all thanks to me? I’ve drawn enough attention for them to believe Tupac’s note is with me until now.”
“…Do you expect me to thank you?”
“Of course not.” Cesar shook his head with a smile, “I’m simply stating the facts. Once we join forces, there’s so much we can do. Like the relationship between men and women during the tribal era, I take care of hunting, and you, of gathering.”
“Hunting? Gathering?”
“Yes.” Cesar bent down slightly, grabbing the severely injured Player, and lifted his clothes.
Hewinia’s mouth fell open slightly.
For on the body of the gravely injured Player was the golden First Note.
“This, is the prey.” Cesar enjoyed Hewinia’s surprise, then applied a subtle force with both hands.
Hewinia’s eyes widened.
Cesar, had just broken the Player’s neck.
Cesar threw the killed Player in front of Hewinia, smiling, “Consider this golden First Note a belated welcome gift, Miss Hewinia.”
Hewinia, looking at the Player who was easily killed as one might slaughter a chicken, fell silent for a long while, then spoke, “Such a note cannot partake in the festival.”