The young Cesare did not understand the meaning of the sentence at all, and the mother blinked her eyes and looked at the way she had come, as if she had seen something in the crowd, frowned, and turned her face to thank the old beggar.

"Thank you for the reminder."

The mother bowed briefly, then pulled Cesare and hurried away.

As they walked through street corners, through theater squares, and through noisy factories, Mother looked anxious as if she was hiding something, but Cesare looked back and found nothing, everything was as normal as ever.

"Don't look backwards." His mother reminded him, and Cesare obediently looked at the road ahead and never looked back, although he was a little scared, he was much more relieved to think that his mother was by his side.

Until his mother led him into a dimly lit alley, the sunlight was blocked by the buildings on either side, and the alley was only wide enough for two adults to walk side by side.

The alley was dark, and no pedestrians passed by. The mother's footsteps slowed until she was fully grounded and pulled Cesare tightly, and then placed the basket in her hand on the ground, as if waiting for what would happen next.

When looking in the direction he came, a strange man was slowly walking into the alley.

The man was dressed in an ordinary tuxedo, thin and not very tall, and the whole thing was slung over his shoulders as if it didn't fit, like a funny skinny hanger.

He wears white gloves on his hands, and in his breast pocket hangs a delicate pocket watch encrusted with diamonds.

His hat was pressed low so that his face could not be seen clearly, and his face under the hat seemed to be wrapped in several layers of bandages, making it look like his face had been badly injured, but it was probably just to make it impossible to remember what he looked like.

Watching his mother pull Cesare to a halt in the alley, the man hesitated for a moment, and then walked casually like the two of them.

Although the mother's expression remained natural, her body silently protected Cesare behind her, and the man naturally approached like an inconsequential passerby......

"Ma'am, you seem to have taken the wrong path." Without a sound, the man shook his right arm and let a dagger fall out of the cuff and catch it firmly in his palm......

Cesare remembers......

His mother was strong.

When they were very close to each other, the man swung the dagger in his hand and stabbed his mother in the throat, and the young Cesare was frightened by the sudden situation and quickly shouted, "Mother, be careful!" ”

The mother stared into the other's eyes without dodging, and grabbed the Assassin's wrist with her right hand in a timely and powerful manner, and slapped her other hand on the joint of the opponent's arm, causing the Assassin's attack to deflect and pounce.

"If I don't go here, will I let you follow me all the time?" The mother smiled teasingly, then her expression turned serious, and she stood in front of Cesare.

The Assassin became enraged and struck at his mother again at close range.

Deftly stooped to dodge another blow, the assassin looking dumb and stupid compared to his mother's movements, and then quickly drew a sharp short blade from under the white cloth covering the basket.

Women were generally not allowed to carry weapons in Emerald Fire, and Cesare never knew that his mother was in the habit of carrying a weapon of self-defense.

The assassin's attack was fierce but could not stand the mother's ease, every initiative to attack was powerful, every dodge was just right, the assassin had no way to take this woman, let alone hurt Cesare behind his mother.

The beautiful woman, who was weak and pregnant, could still handle the assassin's dagger flexibly, watching the bandages on the man's face gradually ooze cold sweat, he only knew that he had to deal with a woman, but he didn't know that this woman was surprisingly powerful.

As time passed, the alley could be filled at any moment, and the Assassin knew that he would not be able to escape if he alerted the guards.

So he became even more angry, trying to kill his mother with the brute force of male superiority, and the unruly attack also made his body full of holes.

Mother blinked her keen eyes, and her swift blades were as smooth as flowing water, following the opponent's random attacks and drawing an arc on his arm.

Starting from the back of the man's hand, the white gloves tore through and tore the sleeves of the tuxedo, instantly causing the skin in the clothes to turn out a bloody mouth, and blood flowed out.

The pain forced the Assassin to release his dagger, and he fell to his knees, clutching his injured arm, screaming in pain, while his mother angrily pressed the short blade against his forehead.

"Who let you come here without vision? You still want to be an assassin with your bad skills? ”

The assassin glared at his mother in excruciating pain, and Cesare remembered that his face was emaciated under the bandage, his eyes were pale green, and there was a gold tooth embedded in the right side of the upper tooth.

Little by little, he almost crawled Cesare and his mother from the ground, and then ran out of the alley, bleeding a trail of blood.

The mother breathed a sigh of relief as she watched him go, and after hiding the shortblade again, she soothed the child with the shivering little Cesare, who had not killed the assassin or had chosen to chase after him or seek the help of the guards.

I only know that my mother will not kill, she is so kind...... Unless forced to do so, it will not easily harm anyone.

This was the end of the current memory, the picture distorted and distorted again into a mass of chaotic dyes twisted together, and the voice of the head of Claudius rang out again in the void, and he asked Cesare.

"If your mother had killed that assassin at the time, would that be the outcome you wanted?" His voice was ethereal and inexplicable, and Cesare didn't know how to answer him.

"I don't know ......" was Cesare's heartfelt answer.

As her mother's belly grew larger and the day of her sister's birth drew closer, her mother's body became weaker and weaker......

It's like having some kind of incurable disease, and the doctors can't say why, but they just use some common drugs, and the condition doesn't improve for a long time.

Seeing that my mother eats less and less every day, she only insists on eating some food every day for the sake of her sister in her belly, and her face is getting worse and worse day by day...... Only the gentle smile of his mother remained the same, always by Cesare's side.

Gradually, her mother could no longer take Cesare to the city, and even she was dragged by the servants of the family not to go too far from home, but she still stubbornly did what she could every day, insisting on cooking every meal for Cesare herself.

Cesare did remember that the servants in the house had a hard time cooking...... It's not as delicious as half that my mother makes.