Chapter 119 Mother and Daughter
◎The kitten didn't answer. She silently raised her little paw and gently scratched the tree trunk next to her.◎
Elena paced back and forth in the garden, her boots stepping on the shallow grass.
Why hasn't the criminal taken action yet? Father's been dead for so long now. If there were any magical items involved, word would have spread. Could this be an impromptu killing, waiting for spies to relay information to Rome?
If we delay any further, the Persians will be able to take a detour and attack the royal city.
This courtyard belonged to a senator in the House of Lords, Melia's brother, Muro, who was one of the few who dared to openly defy some of the elders in the House of Lords and speak up for the common people.
This was a risky political tactic that helped him quickly accumulate reputation and connections.
Elena did not hide her itinerary. She returned to the royal city with great fanfare that night and stationed herself next to the garrison, saying, "Your Majesty has ordered me to return to provide assistance."
The Senate was happy to accept this reason. After all, the Persians came in a rather dangerous way this time. They were not like before, hiding in the border cities and trying to hold on. It was really possible that they would take a detour and directly attack the royal city.
The probability is small, but not impossible. More defenders are always good. With Caesar on the front lines, nothing will happen.
【The murderer must have known that this was a lie.】
Elena was certain of this: to be able to kill Caesar under the protection of the Royal Guards, she must have extraordinary abilities. She didn't know how many people she had bribed, so there was no reason for her not to know her movements.
Is he afraid of my ability to teleport? Afraid I'll figure out his identity and have an alibi after my revenge?
The mastermind behind this always cherishes his life. Elena felt her thoughts were at an impasse, unable to move forward. The killer had concealed himself well, leaving no clues. Unless she revealed herself, there would be no evidence.
The most likely suspects are definitely the Persians, followed by Marcus and his brothers and sisters...so who is it?
"Your Highness!"
A heavily intoxicated man half-peeked out from behind a pillar. He was a portly fellow and raised his glass to her. "The high priest is dead. Might I, hiccup, have the honor of joining the paper business? You know Melia well, so please help me."
Who is this person?
Elena was about to punch him to sleep when she took a closer look. It was Malakis. Seeing "acquaintance" reminded her of Melia, she sneered and shook her head.
"Why, haven't you picked up enough money yet?"
Malakis is also interesting. He was almost cheated out of all his money before, but later when he saw Melia and Ilit became rich, he insisted on investing regardless of the consequences, and he really got a lot of bargains.
Apart from anything else, he has a share of the jewelry distribution channel to Greece and can be considered a regional agent.
The good thing about this person is that he is obedient and willing to pass on messages. No one in other groups takes him seriously, and he occasionally acts as an insider.
Malakis chuckled. "I wouldn't dare touch the glass, but give me some of the paper, the books, the books. I can sell them all over Egypt. They haven't seen any of them there."
"Give it a try if you're not afraid of losing money."
Elena almost laughed out loud. Those countries under Egypt? Sure, there were a few sheikhs willing to learn, but many of their people were illiterate. Selling books there? I'd probably lose money.
Besides, how dare you touch the business of the Temple of the Gods when the high priest is dead... The high priest is dead.
The smile gradually disappeared. Was the news of the high priest's death really as simple as it seemed? He was indeed very old and had a huge fortune. If Muala could die, there was no reason why he couldn't die.
I didn't take it seriously before because the high priest and Caesar had no connection at all.
Most capable emperors would suppress the Pantheon.
Caesar kept his distance from the Pantheon. Although he suppressed the divine power, he never interfered with the operation of the Pantheon. After finally climbing to the position of high priest, he was so crazy that he sent someone to assassinate the emperor.
But the timing of death was too coincidental, and it was hard not to think of murder to silence him.
Malachis fell drunkenly on the grass, mumbling something, and Elena walked down another gravel path without looking back. She wanted to think carefully about the relationship between the high priest and Caesar's death, who could kill him, and who must kill him.
"Meow……"
A fragile meow caught her attention for a moment, and Elena turned around suddenly to see a white cat emerging from the bushes. She looked shaggy and extremely haggard.
A few seconds later, another little white cat ran out from the grass and grabbed its mother's tail. "Mom, mom, why don't we install the windmill here?"
"Baby, the windmill must be installed in a place with strong wind, and the land in the city is very expensive." The white cat turned around and rubbed the kitten gently, feeling that its hair was about to split.
"Meimei, how have you been these past few days?" Elena ran over and hugged the white cat in her arms, her boot almost stepping on the kitten's tail. Fortunately, the kitten was quick-witted and grabbed the belt to climb up.
"I'm fine, just a little tired."
Melia shook her head in a daze. The baby was so energetic that he had to run around in the Huns' territory to learn how to ride a horse. Now, whether in cat form or human form, he could ride a horse by himself. It was outrageous.
As long as she wasn't paying attention, Nini would run to all kinds of strange places. She even wrestled with the Hungarian children and threw them directly onto the top of the tree.
The little white cat climbed up the arm and stuck close to its mother, but was grabbed by the neck by another mother.
"Why not find a nanny for the little one?" Elena shook her hand. "We can't always be so busy. A biological mother is prone to spoiling her. It would be better to find a good teacher to teach her reading, writing, and debate etiquette as soon as possible."
Doting? Melia leaned drowsily against his shoulder. Maybe it was just because the kitten was so adorable—how could she resist? Occasionally, the declaration, "As long as Mom lives, I won't let my baby suffer!" would pop up in her mind.
But such thoughts may not be good for Menia's growth. If she develops a fearless character, it will be too late to cry.
Melia was reminded of the news reports about a 50-year-old mama's boy beating his elderly mother, and she shuddered. Even if he didn't beat his elderly mother, beating a passerby was not okay!
This world is still a slave society. Nini is so smart that she has ten thousand ways to bully others secretly as long as she wants.
"That makes sense. There are no good teachers."
Looking at Melia's distressed face, Elena puffed at her fur. "How about sending her to Egypt first? Athens and the Royal City are a bit dangerous, but Egypt is relatively safe. Let her and Ilit learn how to match clothes. They can't be naked all the time."
Naked? Melia looked down at Nini. The baby had a gold-trimmed robe when she transformed. But it would be a shame not to change into a few more clothes if she was so cute.
She was a little tempted: "That makes sense. The Xiong people here are too lively. It would be better to wait until she is older."
"Right~ Then let's send her away now?"
With a snap, the cat's two paws pressed on her cheeks, one on the left and one on the right. Seeing that her mother had also pressed, the little white cat withdrew its paws contentedly and stuck out its tongue at Elena.
Melia clapped her hands vigorously and said, "Huh, you want to send Nini abroad and never bring her back, right?"
"How could it be~"
Even though she was discovered, Elena didn't panic. She immediately had an idea: "Oh, Nini has been born for so long, and I haven't taken care of her yet. Leave her with me for the next few days."
“Eh…”
Elena rubbed the cat's head lovingly and put Melia's fluffy, dry fur back on. "You've lost weight. Rest well from now on."
The white cat was originally sleek and looked like a dandelion carved from white jade, but now it has fallen into the mortal world, just like a mother cat that has collapsed from feeding her cubs on the roadside.
"but……"
"It's okay, Mom, I want to play here." The little white cat calmed down and put its two paws under its belly.
Melia struggled internally. After all, the Roman capital was safer than the Huns. The Huns were about to fight for the throne, and a bloody battle was likely.
Besides, even if divorced couples have visitation rights, she and Elena have a very loving husband-wife relationship, so the mother and daughter should have good interaction and cultivate their relationship.
"Okay, be sure to be careful~" Melia held Nini's neck and pushed her inside.
Then he jumped to the ground easily and waved his tail at them: "Then I'll go back first~ Yawn, Sunny and the others are changing camping places all day long, they are going to call me again..."
"Okay, be safe."
"Come on, Mom~"
Melia had just run two steps when she suddenly turned back.
The man and the cat stopped pouncing at the same time and put on business smiles, as if to say, "We're fine~ What are you worried about?"
She tilted her head and raised a paw: "I almost forgot, I came here to remind you this time, pay attention to Sura!"
Sura?
Elena thought for a moment and asked, "Did he give himself away?"
"No." Melia poked the ground seriously. "I don't need a reason, I just suspect him! You better keep a close eye on him, don't let him scheme against you." You old idiot, nine out of ten conspiracies involve you. Regardless of whether you're right or not, I'm giving you a follow-up.
"Okay, I understand. You can rest assured."
"Meow, I know. Don't worry, Mom."
The man and the cat smiled faintly, Elena's hand constantly stroking the kitten's head. When Melia's back completely disappeared, they both tutted in unison.
Without her pushing, the kitten hopped over to the treetop nearby and stared at her with its round eyes. "What do you want to do?"
"You're overthinking it."
Elena brushed off her cloak indifferently: "I'll go investigate Sura now. This is your uncle's house. Ask for what you want to eat."
"I'm going too."
The kitten jumped down from the branch and followed lightly, its paws snapping and bouncing.
Elena took a few quick steps, but didn't shake him off. She quickened her pace, but the sound of clattering feet was still heard behind her.
Wow, the little guy runs pretty fast. She simply leaned against the wall and flipped over. When she landed, the kitten was already lying on the ground, looking at her with a strange look: "What are you doing?"
"...Huh." Elena finally straightened her mind and spoke seriously, using the tone she would use to address a subordinate: "Listen carefully, you're still young and weak. If anything happens to you, your mother will be heartbroken, so you are not allowed to follow me."
"Something happened? But mom clearly told you to be careful."
The kitten replied in a similar tone: "You are too weak and dumber than your mother. If I don't follow you closely, you will die and your mother will be sad."
The man and the cat stared at each other. Elena sneered, "I'm weak? How are you going to protect me?"
The kitten didn't answer. She silently raised her little paw and gently scratched the tree trunk next to her.
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First there was silence, then a gust of evening breeze blew by.
Crack, crack—boom!
Elena walked silently to the tree trunk and lowered her head: the cut was extremely smooth, and it could never have been made with a sword.
She suddenly had an inspiration: "That's interesting. I can bring you to Sura and let you kill him." Regardless of whether Sura is the mastermind behind the incident, the dead cannot cause chaos.
Although there may be some subsequent troubles, with her current connections, she can definitely take advantage of the situation when the news of Caesar's death spreads and the royal city is in chaos.
Oh, and there's Marcus. Instead of suspecting he's the murderer, why not get rid of him altogether and then put the blame on someone else? Who should I put the blame on?
"I don't care, but don't tell mom." The little white cat licked its paws and squatted in front of her solemnly.
"Why?"
The little white cat's jewel-like eyes were crystal clear, without a trace of shadow. "Mom said: I don't understand the value of life, nor the importance of experience and emotion. Before I fully understand these things, I shouldn't take someone else's life."
"Elena, do something you enjoy. Fighting and killing isn't for you."
A long, long time ago, my mother's voice rang out again, quietly calming the schemes churning in my mind.
Ah, this little girl in front of me is my daughter.
It's Melia and my child.
Elena started walking again: "Let's go."
"To kill Sura?"
"No, don't be impatient."
The darkness covered a sigh: "Rest first, I'll take you out to see it tomorrow morning."
"And then killed Sura?"
"...We'll sneak in together at night, and I'll be the one to kill anyone."
The author has something to say:
Try changing the name to "The Life of a Cat in Another World", hoping that the light novel style title can attract more people to read it, woo woo woo QWQ rolling ~
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