The noble carriage drawn by four giant seahorses screeched to a halt in front of Julius Caesar. Clearly, Julius Caesar's agility had piqued the interest of the person inside—a handsome and elegant merman noble.

　　"Young master, this boy actually dared to block your carriage. According to the law, a commoner who collides with a noble for no reason should serve as a menial for the noble for a month."

　　The coachman was a warrior of the Feishi fish clan, one of the most stalwart among the sea tribes. Their abilities varied, but it was undeniable that their numbers and diversity were the largest among all clans—after all, the royal family and some heroic clans were relatively few in number.

　　Julius Caesar wasn't having any of it. Not only had he been hit for no reason, now he was supposed to do menial labor? But after more than a month of living here, Julius Caesar had learned a lot. The outside world was exciting, but it was also full of dangers.

　　He didn't want trouble, so he turned to leave. But this only made the merman noble more interested. A mere Sheoubei tribesman dared to scorn a noble's dignity—such a spectacle hadn't been seen in ages, even if the other party was just a child.

　　"Take him away."

　　"Yes, young master!"

　　The Feishi warrior's long whip lashed toward Julius Caesar like lightning. Clearly, he was used to this sort of thing—fast, ruthless, and accurate. But Julius Caesar was even faster. This was his greatest strength; at least so far, he hadn't met anyone quicker than himself.

　　The old man often boasted about how amazing he was, but when it came to the world's number one skill, it was still speed. To put it simply—running.

　　A look of surprise appeared on the merman noble's face. This subordinate was from the Feishi clan's long-whiskered eel branch, the best at using flexible weapons. Yet a little Bei tribesman, the least adept at dodging, had evaded his attack so easily.

　　The crowd grew larger and larger. Julius Caesar knew that if this continued, something bad would happen. If he couldn't fight, he could at least run—so he bolted!

　　But just as he tried to accelerate, he crashed headlong into a wall—a wall of water. The merman noble on the carriage wore a faint smile. No matter how fast you are, can you outrun magic? Against merman magic, there was no escape.

　　If people don't mess with me, I won't mess with them. But this fish-headed jerk was going too far. Julius Caesar was in a foul mood and exploded with speed, darting around the carriage. Water arrows shot out one after another, and because he was fast enough, they formed vortex-shaped water arrow attacks, astonishing the onlookers.

　　The merman noble was also slightly surprised. It was rare enough for a lowly Bei tribesman to cast magic at all. Even though it was the lowest level of magic, the boy's control over the water arrows was already at a level where he could do as he pleased. Interesting.

　　A round water bubble enveloped the entire carriage, and all the water arrows struck it, causing only faint ripples. Casting water magic at a sea tribe mage was like showing off in front of an expert. Julius Caesar's eyes darted, and he unleashed another barrage of water arrows before turning to flee.

　　The merman noble's expression darkened. This commoner had repeatedly made him lose face. For a commoner to attack a noble—outside of duels, it hadn't been heard of in years. And now, he was being forced to defend himself by a lowly Bei tribesman. None of this was anything to be proud of.

　　With a roar, a water dragon wave shot toward Julius Caesar's back. Julius Caesar really had no combat experience; back in Bermuda, all the sea monsters just played with him—he'd never been through anything like this.

　　A tremendous force hit him, and he seemed to hear a scream in his ear—then everything went black.

　　When Julius Caesar woke up, he found himself in a warm, comfortable, and very strange embrace. He'd never felt anything like it before, and it made him reluctant to wake up.

　　"Ah, silly Bei Bei, you're awake! Thank goodness, you scared me to death!" Eleanor couldn't help but clap her hands in delight, her face full of excitement. She was amazed that he was completely unharmed after being struck by the merman's water dragon wave.

　　"How am I silly?" Julius Caesar's face flushed, and he quickly sat up. They were in a giant kelp forest, and just now, he'd actually been lying in her arms.

　　"Hee hee, do you know? It's been over a hundred years since anyone's heard of a Sheoubei commoner attacking a noble for no reason—let alone a merman noble. You're famous now!" The more Eleanor looked at him, the more interesting she found him. She really couldn't figure out what kind of person he was, to have such courage. Everything about him was out of the ordinary—a Bei tribesman who could use water magic.

　　"Oh, so what." Julius Caesar knew about the class system, but it didn't matter much to him. Suddenly, he felt an itch on his face and gave it a gentle tug.

　　Eleanor was instantly stunned, staring in disbelief at what she saw. Julius Caesar was stunned too—he hadn't expected his disguise to come off with just a light pull.

　　Earlier, the merman noble's subordinate was from the Feishi clan's long-whiskered electric eel branch. While not a mage, his attacks carried a certain electric current, and that not-so-strong current had just the right effect to disrupt Julius Caesar's disguise magic.

　　"You're a merman?"

　　For some reason, Eleanor was delighted, because this meant the gap between them could be greatly reduced. A royal and a commoner were two completely different things—after all, she was the third princess of the dragon clan.