Last Born Of The Desdemona

Chapter 490: Chapter 490: The Three of Us Again

Chapter 490 – The Three of Us Again

Monday ended in the blink of an eye, with Cassius doing nothing but sleeping.

He woke up on Tuesday morning with renewed vigor, his mind rested and no longer clouded by all the things that had slowly been plaguing him.

His brother would come on Thursday; that was decided.

In the meantime, Cassius planned to think about what he would do if Dorian wished to continue this relationship.

He still didn’t know how he would take it, and it was not as if he could force his brother to do something he didn’t want to.

But in the end, what mattered most to him was the ’why’ behind this whole situation.

Why had he chosen to do this?

Depending on the answer, Cassius would act accordingly.

’Hopefully, in the best way possible,’ he thought as he got ready, putting on his uniform to go see his master.

He didn’t dare make her wait any longer.

Once he was fully ready, he went into the bedroom and saw Isolde sprawled there, sleeping like no other, her limbs all over the place.

Cassius chuckled and went to the kitchen.

There, he prepared everything needed to make coffee, leaving only the press of a button for the machine to begin brewing.

Then, noticing that he had some eggs and bread, he decided to make a quick and simple breakfast with those very ingredients, adding cheese to the bread and a few seasonings to enhance the flavor.

He put it on a serving plate with a bowl of strawberries on the side, before covering it and leaving it in the kitchen.

When everything was done, he washed his hands, then evaporated the water by slightly raising his body temperature. Next, he walked back to the bedroom, where his wife was still sleeping soundly.

Cassius approached her, closely observing her face, covered in scars yet somehow more beautiful than before.

Looking at his wife at that moment, he couldn’t help but think that Isolde somehow resembled Seraphim, his aunt. Maybe it was because of the scars.

But they were not so different.

’Same with Anesthesia. She is a lot like Isolde. Maybe that’s why she chose my aunt as a teacher.’

It was quite strange.

’That reminds me, I need to reply to her message. I completely forgot yesterday.’

Promising himself to do it without fail, he leaned over his wife’s face and caressed her cheek.

Isolde groaned in her sleep, instinctively snuggling closer to Cassius’s hand, loving how warm it was.

"I am going out, Isolde," he whispered, knowing full well she could hear him despite being asleep. "I have prepared something for you to eat. The coffee is ready, you just need to press the button. Don’t break it, I beg you. I don’t want to pay damage fees. I am too poor."

"Lies," Isolde whispered to him, opening one of her eyes, the one with the X-shaped pupil. "You are rich."

"Depends on who is asking. In my eyes, I am still a struggling man trying to make it by doing what he loves."

"By charming goddesses to be your mother?"

"I would say by being a good husband?"

"That can work too." Isolde chuckled, then gently kissed his hand, still on her cheek. "Thank you for your care. Be careful outside."

Cassius’s smile blossomed. "Don’t worry. I am Cassius."

"That’s exactly why I am worried, dumbass."

"Hahah." The Last Born laughed.

He kissed Isolde’s forehead before straightening back up. With one last look and a muttered goodbye, Cassius turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Just before he truly left the room, he summoned Stella again and let the snake wrap herself around his neck.

"I promised you, didn’t I?" Cassius said, stepping out of the room. "I will let you see more of the world. I think I need to take your education more seriously."

"HISS~" Stella hissed in what sounded like joyful laughter.

Once outside, the Last Born walked straight towards the runic elevator.

But he didn’t manage three steps before halting, seeing in front of him two people he hadn’t seen since his wedding.

And even then, they had barely exchanged any words.

The two noticed his presence as well. Immediately, Bishop snapped his head towards him, his one pink eye gleaming like a jewel at the sight of Cassius.

"Oh, look who we have here, Cassandra!" Alexander said, his tone joyful. "Our dear married man. The very one whose marriage has been recorded by the world and designated the Wedding of the Generation."

In no time, Bishop appeared beside Cassius like a mirage, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. Stella hissed at him, but the Second Year Palatine didn’t mind the annoyed snake, laughing freely.

"Come on, my boy. Give me some autographs." He tapped Cassius’s shoulder. "I might need them when I have children with Cassandra and tell them I once knew Cassius Desdemona."

"Children with whom?" Cassandra hissed, her cold, flat eyes landing on Bishop. "Do you want me to bury you?"

"She is acting tough in front of you." Bishop winked at Cassius. "But she is not this angry in private."

"Private?" Cassius decided to play along, looking at Cassandra with mischievous eyes. "So this is who you are, Cassandra. Oh my. Has she healed from her mourning now?"

"Of course. Isn’t it only logical, with a man like me?"

"Indeed, you are just so great, Bishop."

"The best of the best!"

"But did you know your mother banned me from all her Casinos?" the Last Born said with a sudden aggrieved expression. "In front of everyone, by the way. I have rarely suffered such humiliation."

"Oh, did she?" Bishop cocked his head, his blind white eye unblinking. "What did you do, though?"

"Me? Nothing, of course."

"And somehow, you have nothing to do with the little attack that occurred at the Deathless Prison?" Cassandra chimed in, looking at Cassius skeptically. "Considering you wanted me to help you get inside."

"Now that you mention it," Alexander whispered, "my boy is suspicious as hell."

"Guys, come on." Cassius chuckled calmly, walking towards the runic elevator, the two Palatines following at his sides. "How can you see me like this? I am a very innocent man who wouldn’t dare hurt a fly."

"And I am an ugly motherfucker." Copycat rolled his eye.

"You actually are," the Drunken Widow nodded.

"That’s not what you told me when I helped you get home after drinking so—!"

In an instant, Cassandra’s body blurred. She appeared in front of Bishop and pressed a broken shard of glass against his throat.

The movement was fast, but both Cassius and Bishop had seen it, and did nothing to stop it.

They knew Cassandra was not that serious.

"Didn’t I tell you to forget about that night?" the Third Year Palatine growled, the tattoo on her neck visible at that instant.

"How can I forget the night you showed me that you are not indifferent to my presence?" Bishop grinned, pressing even closer to the shard of glass, letting it cut his throat. "And I am not afraid of you, Widow. You know that."

"You should be. I can kill you if I am serious about it."

"Please, try it," he said. "I would love to see the woman I love seriously trying to kill me. Wouldn’t that be interesting, Cassius?"

Cassius, watching this scene from the side like a third wheel, nodded with a chuckle. "It depends. But I see that you are taking my advice a bit too seriously. Do you really plan to give Cassandra the chance to kill you?"

"If that’s what it takes for her to forget the unknown man she is mourning and open her heart to me, why not?"

"I have always been curious," Cassius said, looking at the Drunken Widow. "Who is that man? Was he your, sorry if I am overstepping, lover?"

Cassandra looked at Bishop’s serious face, then pressed her lips tight and stepped back.

They had reached the runic elevator. So she turned and went inside, leaning her back against the wall.

Cassius and Bishop looked at her, realizing they had angered her.

However, unexpectedly, Cassandra replied just as the two of them stepped into the runic elevator too.

"He was not my lover," she said, closing her eyes, her mind recalling a past life, and a lovely brother. "He was my brother. No," she clenched her fist tight, "he is my brother. And,"

This time, she opened her eyes, looking at Bishop.

"I can never forget about him."

—End of Chapter 490—