Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 286 Mission: 07-6 Caesar
“I was very disappointed when I first came to the academy because there were so many people here.

"And the true elite will never be the majority!"

A chilling voice echoed throughout Amber Hall. Nero narrowed his eyes and looked at Caesar Gattuso, who stood sternly before the microphone on the second floor, curling his lips in boredom.

It had been a while since they'd dispersed in the library, so out of courtesy she returned to the dance. Even though Lu Mingfei hadn't returned, the social dance session was over, and he seemed to have no use for Nero.

Perhaps Chu Zihang had already recruited him into the Lionheart Club. If that was the case, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to come here again, as it would seem like he was just trying to challenge Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei was a typical "friends over strangers" type of person. The Lionheart Club president was closer to him than the Student Union president, so it was only natural that he would choose the Lionheart Club.

After the dance, it was Caesar's turn to speak, marking the student union's new student recruitment drive. While his passionate speech was indeed moving, the content itself was nothing more than a cliché of elitism. He preached that the elite few truly constituted the elite, and that the elite led the majority, thus including the invited freshmen in his group as "members of the elite," drawing enthusiastic applause.

This statement actually bears a strong resemblance to Virgil's belief in the supremacy of power—"those with power rule all." After all, the so-called "chuunibyou" (chuunibyou) is the unwavering belief in one's own uniqueness and transcendence, and both Caesar and Virgil possessed this tendency.

The latter seemed to be feeling better now. Probably. So Nero always felt like laughing when he saw Caesar, especially when he spoke with a cold expression. It was a very familiar feeling.

Finally, after inviting the freshmen, Caesar concluded his speech. But instead of leaving the stage, he extended his hand to the audience below: "Nero Fortuna. I'm delighted that you've accepted my invitation. Now, could you please come upstairs and stand beside me?"

After all, as Caesar himself posted, he said that he had important things to say to Nero.

The crowd willingly made way for Nero, dressed in black, and Caesar, dressed in white, to face each other. The same blond hair and blue eyes, the same A-grade ancestry, both Italian, the same high profile and arrogance—these similarities gave the student union officials, who knew Caesar well, the illusion that they were witnessing the emergence of a second Caesar.

Nero did not move, and neither did Caesar. Everyone held their breath, waiting to see whether Nero would step forward and shake Caesar's hand, or turn away, signaling that Caesar was unworthy of her invitation.

Given Nero's previous behavior at the academy, even if she refused, no one would call her arrogant, only rude. And the next day's headline at the academy would be "There's no room for two tigers in one mountain! Emperor and Empress openly break up!"—no doubt, the news department would have the guts to write such a headline.

"Can I understand this as an invitation to join the student union?" Nero asked.

"Of course not." Caesar remained calm and motionless. "I won't invite you again."

These words really made the others think about it. Nero finally moved, and every step she took was like a drumstick hitting the others in the heart.

"I've actually been wondering." Caesar on the second floor was relieved to see Nero accept the invitation and joked, "I wonder if you and I are related by blood."

Caesar's father was a playboy at best and a complete jerk at worst. Caesar had long wondered how many illegitimate brothers and sisters he had, and seeing Nero, he felt sure this might be the first.

Nero almost snapped at that. But she was a seasoned warrior, after all, having spent hours with V honing her skills. So, for now, she simply smiled politely and said, "I actually think we're quite compatible."

The distance between the two was gradually shortened, and Caesar joked again: "So after this speculation, Nono and I were relieved, because now you won't threaten her position." "Are you so confident in your charm?" Nero asked back.

"That's what my girlfriend likes about me."

Finally, Nero reached the stand-up microphone on the second floor. Caesar bowed politely, took Nero's outstretched hand, and kissed it through the air. When he was done, Nero had a set of car keys in his hand.

As expected, Nero's guess about Caesar was quite accurate. This guy liked this kind of exaggerated and dramatic style of behavior, and Nero also felt that this was something he had in common with himself.

Her family is also full of guys who would die if they don't show off.

"This is a Bugatti Veyron my father gave me," Caesar said calmly. "It was part of the bet for my free day, and now it's yours. By the way, you don't need a driver's license to drive in the academy, but if you need a driver, I'm always available."

Caesar was pretentious yet thoughtful, thoughtful yet full of pretentiousness. In some ways, Caesar was quite like his father. Before Nero could reply, Caesar took the initiative and said, "As a gift, I have already completed the decoration of Norton Hall for you and provided a full year's worth of utilities. You can move in seamlessly today."

It was truly full of sincerity. But Nero felt embarrassed when he thought about why Caesar showed such sincerity.

On the other hand, there is a saying that one should not hit a smiling person. Caesar had given so many benefits on his own initiative without asking for anything in return and had never offended Nero before. It was naturally not appropriate for her to show a bad face here, and her momentum seemed a little weaker.

"Then I'll be honored to refuse." She said with a faint smile.

If Caesar hadn't previously hinted at Nero's possible blood relationship, 80% of the people present would have assumed Caesar was planning a girlfriend change. Now, everyone simply assumed Caesar had confirmed through gossip that Nero was indeed a descendant of the Gattuso family—even though Nero knew Caesar couldn't possibly confirm that.

He only had his suspicions, but for someone as confident as him, this was the truth, so these seemingly insignificant favors were probably a form of "compensation" in his mind. Nero could only say...it was hard to hold back, but there was no explanation for it.

I hope this won’t lead to Gattuso’s family investigating Nero’s background.

Caesar then hinted that if Nero changed his mind he could join the student council at any time, and the ball entered its final stage.

After Caesar took the lead in giving Nono birthday gifts and blessings, the dance party that encountered various unexpected events came to an end.

It was also at this time that Principal Ange boarded his private plane with the things he found in the Bronze City.

(End of this chapter)