Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Elvia just smiled and didn't answer.

She couldn't very well say that she had overheard it herself while lying on Duke Joseph's head.

Caesar stared at her for a long time, his fierce expression gradually softening, and he said in a deep voice.

"Helping us accomplish this will also greatly benefit you."

"Help you? Use my name to assassinate the saintess?"

Elvia thought she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"What's the difference between this and personally putting me on the gallows?"

Caesar remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"The guy who funded us did indeed ask us to carry it out in your name."

"But... that's not entirely my plan."

"Ha," Elvia sneered.

"If I weren't standing here today, would you still say that?"

Caesar gave a noncommittal snort and continued.

"The other princes and princesses want to use our 'successful' assassination to anger the Church of Light, thus inciting the Crusades and completely reshuffling the upper echelons of Carter's power."

"And the biggest benefactor, Duke Joseph, wanted us to 'fail the assassination,' then pin this heinous crime on you, and incidentally get rid of us 'tools,' killing two birds with one stone."

Elvia was taken aback.

She had initially thought Caesar was merely a pawn being used.

I never expected the other party to have such a clear understanding of the details of this conspiracy.

"Since you know this is a dead end for both of us, why did you still jump into it?" Elvia's tone became serious.

"While there's still time, let's cancel this crazy plan!"

Caesar shook his head, his eyes revealing an almost obsessive resolve, and he completely crushed the cigarette butt in his hand:

"It's impossible to cancel. I'm willing to risk everything for this opportunity."

Elvia was puzzled; the Caesar she knew was by no means a reckless man.

"You think you can assassinate the heavily guarded Holy Maiden with just these few extraordinary individuals you stole from me?"

Could it be that you guys also know how to wear the "Night Veil" outfit?

When faced with Elvia's question, Caesar didn't offer much explanation, but simply looked at her with a tone that carried a certain assurance.

"I can assure you that the Assassination of Saints Project, whether it succeeds or fails, will not implicate you, nor will it be carried out in your name."

Elvia didn't believe it at all.

"In the entire Carter royal family, apart from me, this 'fool' who once cooperated with you, which other prince or princess would be entangled with the rebels?"

"If you don't use me as a scapegoat, who else can you use?"

Caesar took a deep breath and uttered a piece of news that left Elvia speechless:

"The princess's husband is actually...my son."

Elvia: "??????"

She stood there stunned for several seconds before confirming it in disbelief.

"That guy hailed as Carter's number one handsome man... is he your son?!"

Caesar nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."

Elvia's gaze swept back and forth across Caesar's face, which was far from being "handsome."

After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked with difficulty, "Bro...biological child?"

Caesar's lips twitched, and he said irritably.

"He's my own son! I was a handsome man when I was young, okay?"

"Otherwise, how could they have such a beautiful daughter like Sussex!"

Elvia was momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information.

She sat down again, holding her forehead, and took a while to process what she was saying before asking.

"So... you're planning to use my older sister's name to carry out the assassination?"

"That's right." Caesar nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"It's not just my son; within the Princess's sphere of influence, we have planted far more spies than anyone can imagine."

"And it's not just the eldest princess... Hmph."

A sinister smile spread across his face.

"When the time is right, this fire will blaze and burn away all that dirty scum on top!"

Then, he looked at Elvia, his smile softening slightly.

"Of course, that doesn't include you, Elvia."

"The 'Lion Princess' who works for the benefit of adventurers and commoners at the bottom of society."

"In retrospect, their banishment of you to Karan actually saved you."

"Wait until the Crusaders of the Church of Light crush the capital."

"You, and those princes and princesses who have been relegated to remote city-states, will be the ultimate winners."

Elvia was not pleased by the "compliment," and instead asked calmly.

"Hmph, that's easy for you to say. How do I know you won't betray me later?"

"After all, whether the plan succeeds or not, you who are directly responsible for carrying it out are destined to die."

Caesar smiled, but instead of answering directly, he waved his hand.

Soon, a beautiful girl came out from the inner room; it was his daughter, Ruse.

Elvia looked at Sussex, shook her head, and sneered.

"That's not enough. One daughter isn't enough for me to believe your promise."

Caesar gave Elvia a deep look, as if he had made up his mind.

He stood up and walked to a hidden safe in the corner of the room.

After some manipulation, they took out a thick, old-looking notebook wrapped in oilcloth.

He pushed the notebook in front of Elvia.

"This is..." Elvia took it with a puzzled look.

"This contains the names of all the 'friends' who have worked with us, hidden throughout the capital, and the 'help' they have provided."

Caesar's voice was extremely low, yet it carried immense weight.

"Among them are several big shots you would never expect, and some of their secrets that could get you killed. Now, it's yours."

Elvia's pupils contracted sharply, and she looked up at Caesar with surprise and disbelief in her eyes.

This thing is practically one of the most vital lifelines for Caesar and the entire rebel network!

He actually handed it over to me like that?

This means that if Caesar betrays his promise...

Elvia was fully capable of using this notebook to deliver a devastating blow to the rebels before the event occurred.

"……I see."

Elvia carefully put the notebook away, her doubts largely dispelled.

She stood up, ready to leave.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and turned back to ask a question.

"I'm curious, Caesar. What exactly gave you such confidence that you could succeed in the assassination?"

Caesar did not answer, but silently smoked his newly lit cigarette.

Elvia asked no more questions and left.

After confirming that Elvia had left, Caesar went to another, more secluded corner of the room.

There was an old-fashioned communicator installed there.

He dialed an encrypted number.

After a brief pause, the communication was connected.

"Hello, sir. We have received your 'goods,' and we appreciate your sincerity."

Caesar spoke into the receiver,

"Now, can you tell me your true purpose in helping us, and even providing us with such...powerful weapons?"

On the other end of the line, a steady male voice, processed to the point where his age was impossible to discern, came through:

Does it matter?

Caesar remained silent.

Indeed, whatever the other party's purpose was, it didn't matter to him.

The other party gave him an opportunity he had waited half his life for, an opportunity that was almost impossible to come by again.

The disparity in both quantity and quality between the rebels and the regular army of the capital was devastating.

The saint's visit is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he will never let it slip by.

"Alright." Caesar didn't press the matter further.

"Then, as planned, I will deliver that thing... into her heart at the banquet held to welcome the Holy Maiden of Light."

The other party replied calmly, "I will provide you with all the information about the Saintess's Guard on time. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Caesar solemnly replied, "No, that won't happen."

Finally, the other party casually asked, "Has there been any result regarding the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Caesar immediately replied, "It's been investigated. The person who posted the exorbitant commission at the Adventurers' Guild to find the 'Queen's Tomb' originally came from New Testament City, passing through... the Withered Rift."

Instantly, the other end of the communication channel fell into dead silence.

Just as Caesar thought the signal had been interrupted and was about to confirm it.

A chilling voice, seemingly imbued with endless coldness, suddenly rang out:

"knew."

"Click".

The communication was abruptly cut off, leaving only the busy tone echoing in Caesar's ears.