LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 14: The Unexpected Arrival
The chamber had been thrown into chaos after Leo's cryptic speech. Voices clashed and accusations were exchanged, and Caesar's piercing gaze continued to fixate on the young man who dared to challenge his authority. The buzz of whispers among the senators was like the hum of bees, and for a moment, it seemed that the assembly would devolve into an all-out uproar.
But then, in the noise, the doors of the Senate chamber swung open with a force that stilled the room. A tall, imposing figure strode in, a swirl of dark hair and the flash of a confident smile lighting up the space. The man was attired in the traditional red and white tunic of a patrician, his arms spread wide as if welcoming himself into the very heart of Roman power.
"Friends of Rome, forgive my intrusion!" Mark Antony's voice boomed across the marble hall. His eyes swept the room with practiced ease, landed on Caesar, and then, to everyone's astonishment, on Leo. A smile broke across Antony's face, a smile that spoke of familiarity and recognition.
"Leo Carter," Antony said, stepping forward with a warm but calculating grin. "At last, I've found you."
Leo's stomach sank. How did Antony know his name? He had been careful never to make himself known to those who mattered most in this era. And yet here he stood, facing Mark Antony, the man of the silver tongue and ear to Caesar, as if he and Leo were old friends.
"Antony," said Caesar with a tight voice laced with irritation and curiosity. "What is the meaning of this interruption? We are in the middle of an important assembly."
Antony's gaze did not leave Leo. He bowed slightly to Caesar, a movement that was both polite and dismissive. "My apologies, Caesar, but I have business that cannot be delayed. This man"—he gestured to Leo—"has been eluding me for some time, and I have matters of great importance to discuss with him."
Another burst of whisper went around the chamber this time carrying confusion and curiosity. "Leo's mind worked frantic to understand what was taking place behind Antony's speech. Was he observed for being here? Or could this be a more serious ploy to entrap him, test his strengths as the spy is trying?
Leo took a deep breath as Antony approached him. The air seemed charged, as if all the senators were holding their breath, waiting for Leo's response.
"Antony," Leo said cautiously, trying to put some steel into his voice. "I don't believe you. We never met."
Antony's smile deepened, eyes glinting with mischief and something more serious beneath the surface. "Oh, we have, Leo. And I'd wager it was more than just once." He winked, a motion so casual it made the air between them feel like a thin veil ready to snap.
A cold sweat broke out on Leo's back. The man was playing a game, and Leo had no choice but to play along. He couldn't afford to be exposed—not now, not when he was standing on the precipice of a plot that could alter Rome's destiny.
Caesar's eyes, keen as that of a falcon, flitted between the two men, a frown drawing down his lips. "Enough," he said at last, his voice a low rumble. "You have a talent for drama, Antony, but if you continue to waste my time with your games, you will find yourself in no favor."
Antony's expression changed, the jollity dropping as quickly as it had risen. He nodded, and the smile on his lips became unreadable. "Of course, Caesar. But rest assured, the matter at hand is one of Rome's greatest concerns. It is one I believe you will want to hear."
Caesar's brows knit, but he nodded, signaling for the assembly to quiet. The murmurs died down, the senators now focused on the unfolding scene. Antony's eyes finally left Leo, a parting glance that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Come, Leo," Antony said, his voice softer now, almost conspiratorial. "There are things we must discuss, away from these ears."
Before Leo could respond, the system chimed in his mind, alerting him to a new notification.
System Notification:
New Quest Activated: The Unseen Game – Mark Antony seeks to involve you in a plot that could change the fate of Rome. Decide whether to trust him or stay in the shadows. Time is of the essence.
Leo felt the weight of the decision on him. Should he accompany Antony into unknown territory and risk exposure and deeper involvement in Roman politics? Or could he sidestep it all, retreating into anonymity in the crowd?
All eyes of the Senate were on him, Caesar's sharp, and the weight of history hung heavy in the air.
And he knew that whatever he chose, this was but a start.