As noble-born ladies, they weren't dancers.
They didn't know the tricks of ambiguity or seduction; getting close was simply the furthest their instincts could take them.
They didn't have any explicit intentions of declaring love, though they didn't resist Night's bold actions afterward.
Life inherently seeks to evolve to a higher level and desires to reproduce with superior individuals.
The reason Julia and her sister were so quickly drawn to Night, had to do with his life essence, which far surpassed that of ordinary people.
People feel an impulse to reproduce with attractive members of the opposite sex.
This isn't love but an instinct for life to pass on superior genes.
In the ancient times, only the strong were qualified to choose their own reproduction partners and give birth to better individuals.
This instinct, etched into the blood, is hard for the weak to resist.
Romans, in particular, embraced this desire without restraint, taking their admiration for strength to the extreme.
Why were the heroes of the divine era so absurd, sleeping with hundreds in one night, with beauties still throwing themselves at them?
It wasn't just their heroic fame or fearsome strength; their elevated life essence held immense allure for the cells of ordinary women, urging their bodies to crave union and transcendence.
Your body has already betrayed you, so what happens next will be a natural progression.
Night's life essence, in this Roman era, was like the brightest torch, unmatched by anyone.
Even Gaius Octavius, who was seething and gnashing his teeth in the shadows, had to admit that after comparing himself to Night's appearance and aura, he felt somewhat inferior.
He could be considered one of the rare handsome men among the younger generation, but compared to the other party, there was simply no comparison at all.
It was like the difference between the glow of a firefly and the sun.
Could the spirit and vitality between people really differ so greatly?
Even his father, who had just been appointed as a high-ranking financial officer, couldn't match that man's aura.
The feeling Octavian had at this moment was just like in Greek mythology, when mortals saw the human incarnation of a god and instinctively felt that the other party was extraordinary.
A high-level being, even if disguised in appearance as a filthy beggar or a little old man, could never conceal their true essence.
This special feeling meant that anyone with a bit of discernment would never rashly offend such a person.
But Octavian, unable to figure it out and having no desire to do so, was completely blinded by rage. He had no intention of pondering the various mysterious and unusual aspects of this young man.
At this moment, all he wanted was to utterly humiliate the other party! And then take Attia back.
And so..
Gaius Octavian continued forward, holding his fine wine.
"How delightful to see you both here, beautiful Miss Julia and Miss Attia!"
Little Caesar's face darkened: ..?!
Another one ignoring me?
If it was Lista Night, who might become my future brother-in-law, ignoring me, I could only endure it.
But who the hell are you?
Little Caesar recognized Gaius Octavian's identity and immediately felt extremely displeased at being overlooked.
At this moment, Gaius Octavian's eyes showed no sign of noticing the displeasure in the gaze of this top-tier young master whom he normally wouldn't dare provoke.
Seeing the woman he loved up close.. and not just one, but a pair of sisters.. being held by Night..
The last thread of sanity in Octavian's mind snapped completely, burning even hotter.
He could no longer hold back.
Dropping the smile from his face, he glared furiously at Night.
"Take your filthy hands off them, you lowly commoner!
Are Miss Julia and Miss Attia women that someone like you can dare to touch?"
However, his words were quickly interrupted by Little Caesar.
"Lord Lista Night is no commoner. Mind your words, Gaius Octavian."
Little Caesar suddenly spoke up in Night's defense.. something no one had expected.
Octavian froze..
Not a commoner??
Lista Night.. Lista.. Why did that name sound somewhat familiar?
And at that moment, Night smiled.
The elder sister and younger sister weren't even officially with him yet.
But the little brother-in-law was already so quick to protect him?
Lista Night released the sisters and stepped forward, single-handedly ruffling and vigorously rubbing Little Caesar's head like a tiger playing with its cub.
He kept at it until Little Caesar was completely dazed and hadn't reacted yet.
At the same time, the sisters suddenly felt an emptiness in their hearts the moment they left Lista Night's embrace, and at the same time developed a considerable dislike for the suddenly appearing Octavian.
To show up at a moment like this with absolutely no tact.
And to actually insult the noble Lord Lista Night in such a way..
How could they possibly be so shameless as to throw themselves into the arms of a commoner together like that?
Even if they really liked a commoner, for the sake of the Julius family's reputation and glory, they would never allow themselves to act so unrestrainedly.
It could be said that with just that one sentence, Gaius Octavian had not only offended Lista Night, but the entire Caesar family as well.
That was another reason Little Caesar had spoken up to help Night.
But this sudden head-rub kill from Night was something Little Caesar had never expected.
The man looked at Caesar and spoke. "No need to worry about me. I appreciate the sentiment.
Just like your sisters, step behind me.
Adults are talking; kids should stay out of it."
Hearing his words, Little Caesar's face instantly turned bright red—?!!
He was furious...
So he was being treated like a child?
These past few days, with his mother Ophelia's help, he had killed quite a few slaves...including adult male gladiators, and had seen a lot of blood.
Hence, Caesar considered himself no longer a child, but Night still treated him as such.
However, the other party's attitude held not a trace of malice.
Since Night was being reasonable, Little Caesar could only suppress his displeasure and glare even more fiercely at Octavian.
Gaius Octavian was startled by Little Caesar's wolf-like, ferocious gaze—
Wait a minute, you got treated like a kid and head-patted by someone else, why aren't you tearing into the guy who did it?
Why glare at me instead?
You're blaming me?!
Gaius Octavian's face turned extremely ugly.
So what if you're the only male heir of the divine Caesar family?
Right now you're still just a commoner with no rank.
You really think the Octavii are easy to bully?!
Moreover, Octavian noticed that even the Julia sisters had completely ignored him from the very beginning, and now they were looking at him coldly, not bothering to hide the disgust in their eyes.
Octavian clenched his fists so hard the veins bulged.
However—
Night suddenly walked over, and Octavian's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the tall figure.
The faint, powerful aura emanating from him made Octavian unconsciously take half a step back.
That half step immediately drew mocking laughter from Caesar, Julia, Attia, and the others.
Hahahaha—!
Octavian's face flushed crimson.
He tried to muster his own presence and bearing to push back against Night.
But the moment he straightened up—
SLAP~!!!
A huge slap landed across his face, ringing so hard inside Gaius Octavian's skull that his head buzzed.
Though Night had held back a little, with his strength and physical condition, the blow was still no joke...it nearly gave Octavian a concussion.
"—!!"
'I... I just got slapped in the face?!'
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