[Dragon Race][Kai Chu]Until the Day

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Chu Zihang was panting hard, the airflow was struggling and churning in his throat and lungs, and the muscles in his pharynx spasmed painfully.The pair of blue eyes on the top of the head looked at him silently, and the pupils were frozen with cold and hard ice.

"Is it you?" Chu Zihang's vocal cords trembled, making a barely audible sound.

The hands between the throats loosened.

This level of restraint would have been easy for Chu Zihang to break free normally, but in the dream the boy's desperate, tide-like grief seized him.The black waves came over, enveloping every cell in his body, making him unable to move or intend to move.

"Is that you...?" Chu Zihang asked again.A warm liquid accumulated in the corner of the eye, slowly flowed down, and soaked into the bed sheet under the body.

The ice in those blue eyes gradually melted.Finally, the hands around his neck were slowly loosened, and the air re-entered the lungs.Chu Zihang turned around and began to breathe heavily.

"Yes." Caesar said softly.

The dark curtains hanging all around were parted in the confusion.There was a full moon outside the window, and the moonlight passed through the curtains, and one or two strands fell on the bed, and a very faint scent of fragrance diffused in.The owner of the dream woke up, Chu Zihang was lying on the soft velvet quilt, and the sadness and anger that enveloped him slowly faded away like a tide, and the sound of the sea came from his ears inexplicably, like a sad song, lingering above his head for a long time don't go.

"Is this the ability of a guide?" Caesar said after a long time.

Chu Zihang frowned.The guide does feel the spirits and emotions of others, but he never enters their dreams.He slowly sat up from a messy velvet quilt, the eyes of the boy in his dream overlapped with the pair of blue eyes in front of him, "...Sorry."

"You..." Caesar closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, "...if it was any other guide, I would have already called Percy to prepare a body bag."

"Whose funeral?" Chu Zihang asked in a low voice, although he had already guessed the answer.

"My mother," Caesar replied.

Gullweger.Chu Zihang's knowledge of this name comes from the mission information of the academy.She was from some ancient family, the mother of the wayward Gattuso heir in front of her.That's all.

No, it's not just that.If the dream just now really came from Caesar’s past memory, then, there is one more thing, Chu Zihang is very sure——

"You love her very much." Chu Zihang said softly.

Affirmative.

"Yes." Caesar opened his eyes, affirming the guide's insight, with complex emotions mixed in his blue eyes. "After she gave birth to me, her senses began to gradually sink and become disabled... When she died, she could no longer see or hear."

Chu Zihang just listened quietly.Any language, whether it is comfort or apology, seems pale and powerless at this time.

"She was chosen by the Gattuso family to be my father's spouse, even though they didn't see her humble blood at all. She would marry my father just because she could give birth to a sentinel like me who they thought was the most capable " Caesar moved back and leaned against the carved headboard, his expression hidden in the shadows that the moonlight could not find.

"I was very young at that time, and I didn't know anything. The only thing I could do was to hold her hand. The only connection between her and the world was the warmth from my hand." Caesar smiled, Chu Zihang felt the long-lasting despair from this silent smile. "...This is the price she paid for giving birth to me."

"And my father, as her guide, did nothing from the time her condition began to deteriorate—first her hearing, then her eyesight...—to her death. Although he was perfectly capable of saving her from falling out of balance. "

Chu Zihang vaguely understood why Caesar was so resistant to all arrangements from the family.Countless thoughts turned and turned in his mind, and only two words remained in the end——

"Feel sorry."

"This is the second time you've said sorry to me this evening. It's not you who should be sorry; you have nothing to be sorry about. I know you have no interest in bonding and don't really want to be in bed with me, but I can't Trust anyone in this house." Caesar paused, "The biggest lesson I learned from my parents is that the combination of two sentries and guides who have no intention of each other will only be a tragedy."

Chu Zihang sighed.He thought it was just a simple task, but he never expected it to have such a follow-up.He doesn't hate Caesar, but he doesn't have the will or motivation to understand him further, let alone feel that he has any right to interfere with others.As a guide, most of the time he can be more like a quiet and indifferent bystander.

"So tomorrow, leave after you get what you want." Caesar closed the curtain, and with a slight rustling sound, got into the fluffy velvet quilt again.

"Good night, Sentinel." Chu Zihang said softly in his heart.

***

"I thought you knew basic manners at least." The door of the study was pushed open, and Frost sat behind the mahogany desk, hearing Caesar's footsteps entering the door, still buried in all kinds of complicated documents, without a head lift.

"What do I want?" Caesar asked, scanning the luxuriously decorated study.It was rare that Patsy was not there.

"Anyway, I'm still acting as the head of the family. Isn't it difficult to use the word 'please?" Frost closed the document in his hand and inserted the pen.

Caesar watched his uncle look up, who had the same pair of ice blue eyes as his, and his father too.

"The thought of me having the same last name as you guys makes me sick from the bottom of my heart."

"I regret this, but your surname is 'Gattuso, and this will never change in this life." Frost was expressionless, and at the same time leaned over to open the drawer on the side of the desk, and took out a sealed document The bag was placed on the head of the mahogany desk.

"Sit down." The middle-aged man nodded to the armchair opposite the desk, signaling Caesar to sit down.

"No, I'll leave after I get my things." He took a few steps forward and grabbed the edge of the file bag with one hand.

The palm of the middle-aged man pressed on the brown paper bag. "Do I agree with you taking it?"

The young sentinel raised his eyebrows, "Does the family still want to negotiate terms with me?"

"You have no qualifications and no need to face the family with such an attitude." Frost suppressed his anger, with pale veins showing faintly on the back of his hands.

"Not qualified? My attitude?" Caesar smiled, looking coldly at the opposite side of the desk, his eyes were cold, "... because you are indifferent to her sensory disability? Because you killed my mother ? Don't forget, half of her blood is flowing in my body... What do you think I should do?"

"Caesar." Frost sighed, "You are always immersed in the death of your mother, and you have a deep misunderstanding of the family. Gullweger's blood is indeed not noble. But you are different, you are The descendants of the best pedigree recognized by the entire family. Your talent and level have proved this." Frost lowered his voice, "The family hopes—"

Caesar pulled the brown paper bag from Frost's hand and held it firmly in his hand.The emblem of the Gattuso family was printed on it, which dazzled him.He looked down at his uncle—

"I also hope that you are clear that the family has no qualifications and position to guide me—"

"Caesar!" Frost finally couldn't suppress his anger, "Enough is enough. The family has honored her. Her funeral was arranged in Milan Cathedral, the Pope presided over it personally, and the whole family was present. Her soul has already rested in peace. gone."

Caesar sneered. "Very well, so the family thinks so. A grand enough funeral is enough to make up for all faults, whether it is the family's or my bastard father's."

"Caesar!"

"If the family has given me anything, it has taught me never to treat my guides in a way that the family is proud of."

After the voice fell, the atmosphere in the room instantly became cold.

"Your guide?" The middle-aged man behind the table stood up and looked straight at Caesar, "Who is your guide? You are the next heir of the Gattuso family, you are not qualified to decide for yourself—"

Caesar interrupted him, "I don't like and don't need the status of an heir. Whoever likes it can take it. Goodbye, I hope this is the last time we meet, my dear uncle." Then he turned around and strode away into Frost's study.

***

When Chu Zihang woke up, Caesar was no longer there.After washing up, he packed his luggage.Breakfast is already set on the table in the room.Very simple bacon omelette with black tea.

It was the first breakfast in the past few days that he could eat with peace of mind; since this journey started in St. Louis, everything has deviated from the track he expected.He still hasn't had time to stop and think about and sort out the current situation; including the dream of Caesar he saw last night...

Those sad blue eyes came to his mind.

Speaking of sentries... Chu Zihang frowned, and there was a great anger lingering somewhere in the house, he could feel it.

There were two soft knocks on the door.

"Please come in." Chu Zihang probably knew who it was.

"Good morning." The door was pushed open, and it was still Gattuso's well-dressed and thoughtful blond secretary.

"Good morning." Chu Zihang responded.

"Going to go?" Patsy asked.

"Yes. Thank you for your hospitality." Chu Zihang nodded. He didn't have any plans to stay at Gattuso's house; Passi didn't say anything polite to keep him. Seeing this noble and arrogant family was not hospitable enough to continue entertaining him. He is such a guide.

Paxi didn't answer, but just looked at him quietly, his eyes reminded Chu Zihang of