Caesar stretched his arms forcefully, relaxing his tensed muscles, then put on the trench coat hanging on the coat rack and absentmindedly gripped a cigar between his teeth as he headed out.
He had just finished today's training. Ever since he returned from Germany, his family had arranged an extremely high-intensity schedule of various courses for him, yet Caesar uttered no complaints, instead accepting them with a ready attitude.
According to Paci's explanation, the family was going to back him with all their might to forge him into a hero truly capable of contending with a Dragon King. As for Caesar, the old men's notions didn't matter much; it was simply that he had truly and deeply felt the inadequacy of his own strength. No matter how much his family boasted day in and day out about his peerless bloodline, the sense of powerlessness when facing a Dragon King could not be faked.
Chapter 126