Caesar, do you have a headache? Here's some medicine.
No, I'm fine.
Then are you thirsty? Do you want some water?
I'm not thirsty either.
Caesar looked at Cecilia, who was constantly fussing over him like a mother, and smiled helplessly. "Alright, Cecilia, just sit down and relax. I'm perfectly fine."
He forcibly pulled his sister's arm and pressed her onto the sofa. Even after sitting down, she remained restless, constantly staring at Caesar.
Caesar knew why Cecilia was so worried about him. According to past patterns, his period of lucidity was about to end. In the past, Caesar could only maintain a normal state for a dozen hours at most before falling into terrifying illusions, screaming and going mad uncontrollably. At such times, he would need Cecilia's help to strap him down with belts, like a psychiatric patient in a straitjacket, to prevent him from hurting himself or others.
But now, he felt that he probably wouldn't go mad again.
Because that phantom tide, similar to a golden finger, could block the True Creator's ravings, illusions and hallucinations related to the True Creator naturally couldn't form in his mind. In other words, from the moment he transmigrated, Caesar Cardini had escaped his mental illness and become a normal person.
What he needed to do next was to live a good life with his sister and work hard to make money.
Caesar wasn't worried about this point.
Heh heh, transmigrator's three-piece set: invention, plagiarism, and new order, activate!
...Wait, what the hell is Roselle?
Caesar's grand plans had only been brewing in his mind for a minute when related memories popped out and interrupted his fantasies. In this world, it seemed there was already a guy possibly a transmigrator who had gotten there first.
Roselle Gustav, a prominent figure from over 170 years ago, the great emperor of the neighboring powerful nation, Intis. He "improved" the steam engine, "invented" various items, and "created" numerous poems, plays, and novels... All the literary masterpieces Caesar knew had basically been published by him first and were widely circulated in this world.
The senior transmigrator has already shown off everything. What now?
The key is that Roselle isn't even short of money; his reason for plagiarism was actually to pick up girls... How can I, who simply wants to earn money to support my family, bear this?
Damn you, Roselle!
Caesar felt as if he had suddenly fallen from the sky to the ground, his expression becoming rigid.
"Caesar, are you alright?"
Cecilia immediately noticed his abnormality and quickly grabbed his hand, asking worriedly.
"I'm fine."
Caesar came back to his senses and patted his sister's hand. He quickly adjusted his emotions. It's okay, Roselle didn't plagiarize all novels. As long as he investigates properly and chooses the right theme, he can still achieve something. At the very least, a comfortable life can be guaranteed.
While he was daydreaming, the door to the lounge opened, and Leonard entered, carrying a tray in each hand.
"Breakfast time~"
He looked at the siblings, a bright smile on his handsome face, and placed the trays on the table. "The Captain is still busy. He has something to see you both about later. Please have something to eat and wait for him."
Caesar looked down and saw white bread, toast, and bacon on the tray, with a steaming cup of coffee and a small dish of butter in a recess on one side. The white bread looked soft and inviting, the bacon was perfectly fried, and the coffee continuously emitted a rich aroma.
He immediately felt an emptiness in his stomach. After a night of tossing and turning and being frightened, he was truly hungry. He glanced at Cecilia and saw his sister's throat bob, but she didn't reach for anything. Instead, she looked up at him.
"Thank you."
Caesar smiled and said to Leonard, "We don't have to pay for the meal, do we?"
"Hahaha, of course not. This is all reasonably reimbursable."
Leonard seemed amused by his words and winked at Cecilia, who lowered her head somewhat defensively. Seeing that he couldn't tease the little girl, he didn't mind, simply shrugging and turning to leave. "Just leave them aside when you're done. Someone will come to collect them."
Only then did Caesar pull the trays in front of them both, simultaneously taking off the coffee. "Since he said so, let's eat. Be careful, the coffee is a bit hot."
"Caesar, you eat it all. I'm not hungry..."
"Alright, alright, hurry up and eat."
At his urging, Cecilia carefully picked up a slice of white bread, examined it for a few seconds, and then brought it to her mouth. With just a small bite, her eyes sparkled.
"Dip it in some butter, it will taste even better."
Caesar smiled. Yes, even when their parents were alive and their family was at its wealthiest, they only occasionally had white bread on holidays, let alone the struggles of the past few years.
After settling Cecilia, Caesar also lowered his head to eat, dipping white bread in butter, making bacon sandwiches with toast, and occasionally taking a sip of coffee to wash it down. As a transmigrator accustomed to good food, he felt this meal was only mediocre. And he actually didn't like coffee, finding it smelled like sesame oil; he only ate it all because he was hungry.
By the time he washed down the last bite of bread with coffee, Cecilia on the opposite side had already finished her breakfast completely. She let out a small burp, her face a little embarrassed.
Caesar smiled at her, piled the two trays to one side, and then leaned back in his chair to rest.
Cecilia was only embarrassed for a moment before she started worrying about the future.
"Brother, when do you think they'll release us?"
"The Captain will tell us when he gets here."
"Sirius is dead, that shouldn't be a problem, right?"
His sister had hidden in the lounge last night and still didn't know that Caesar had killed a second person.
"Self-defense, self-defense."
...
Having finished their meal, the two siblings were chatting idly when Dunn Smith knocked on the door and entered.
"I apologize for detaining you both for so long," he said politely, "A mole in the police station was exposed last night, and we spent some time apprehending and interrogating them."
"That's alright. I wanted to ask if any results came from the interrogation?"
Caesar asked.
"Hmm, we contacted the 'Punishers' and the 'Machinery Hivemind' of Tingen City, and following the clues, we launched a comprehensive pursuit of the Aurora Order," Dunn said. "From the results, the Aurora Order's influence in Tingen has been completely cleared out."
Caesar's heart stirred.
"So that means..."
"It can be considered that the incident is over."
Dunn knew what he wanted to say.
Caesar felt his heart lighten when he heard his certainty, but then it tensed up again. Because next, they would have to discuss how to deal with him. Cecilia also grew nervous, like a startled kitten.
In the quiet atmosphere, Dunn's gray eyes lingered on him for a moment and said, "Mr. Caesar and Ms. Cecilia, you now have two choices."
There are choices?
Caesar thought.
"For survivors like you, especially those involved with an evil god, it's generally advised that you sever all social ties, change your name, and move to another city to start a new life, with protection provided by our organization. Especially since Mr. Caesar, you accidentally became a Beyonder of a dangerous Pathway, your supervision might be even stricter."
"How strict?"
Caesar asked subconsciously.
But Dunn just looked at him, not answering, yet as if he had already answered.
Damn it.
Caesar thought, licking his lips, waiting for Dunn to offer the second choice.
Dunn Smith saw his composed demeanor and couldn't help but smile slightly, then spoke solemnly, "As for the second choice, it's the one I personally recommend. That is, to join us and become a Nighthawk."
...Huh?"
Caesar was stunned.