Chapter 386. Side Story 1. The Two Friends (1)
Sometimes, Cain thought life was outrageously unfair. Some were born as slaves and died as slaves, while others were born into noble houses and spent their lives bathing in luxury.
Still, Cain supposed he was a rather successful slave. No—within the empire, there wasn't a slave who had been more successful than him. He'd once been a boy who fought for survival in underground arenas, and now he stood as the Commander of the emperor's trusted Imperial Guards.
But lately, he had a problem. A big problem.
He'd been doing his usual routine—taking a stroll through the Imperial Gardens, trading venomous words with arrogant nobles—when someone appeared.
"Let's be friends," a young man around Cain's age said.
"You're insane," Cain replied flatly.
"You don't have any friends either, do you? I'm offering to hang out with you, and you're getting mad about it?" the young man asked.
"Do you like men or something?" Cain asked.
"Of course not. I love women," the young man answered.
Cain's morning was ruined by the sheer existence of this lunatic. Just looking at the young man gave him a headache.
He sighed and studied the nuisance standing before him. He was one of the few people granted the right to wear a sword inside the Imperial Palace—an honor reserved for only the most elite families in the empire.
"Imperial Guard Commander Cain Latorre," the young man said with a grin. "I've heard all about you. As for me—"