The Manic Tyrant and his Monster Tree

Disturbance

His Father's words made him turn his head to look at his elder sister on the ground.

As Caesar just said, his sulking was affecting Hearthe's mood.

At once, Monkero jumped out of his Father's grasp and threw himself into his sister's slippery body.

He started rubbing his face and body into his sister's cold skin. He looked like he was using coquetry in order to make his sister smile.

If Hearthe had at least a single arm, she would have used it to pat her cute little brother's head. Since it was not the case, instead she used her tail to circle around him as if hugging him.

Seeing that his son had finally made his daughter happy, Caesar extended his hand and ruffled his brown head with a smile, "Good boy."

Receiving a word of praise from his 'bad slash wrong Father', Monkero couldn't hold his happiness as he jumped around while whooping and screeching.

The brightness in his eyes reminded Caesar of Hearthe. Isn't this how she always reacted whenever he gave a simple word of praise for her?

Looks like they really are siblings after all. Despite belonging to different races, they shared the same traits in their characters. They both equally loved being praised by their Father.

Caesar couldn't help but laugh when he saw both his kids playing around.

Monkero clearly loved jumping around all over the place.

If he were to stand on a person, he would have jumped over their shoulders like how he had done with Caesar as soon as he came into this world.

But Hearthe does not have any shoulders.

Luckily or sadly, that did not restrict Monkero's movements in the least.

After all, Hearthe was a doting elder sister.

She moved her snake-like body around in the form of waves, allowing Monkero to jump around all over her slimy body.

For a while, they played like Monkero was skipping a rope with the rope being his elder sister.

For a while, he jumped from one 'wave' to another as she continued dancing using her body.

For a while, Hearthe drilled herself into the ground and vanished. Monkero tried digging around to find his elder sister. But before he could do so, his sister would jump from behind him, almost scaring him.

Though the naughty kid wouldn't be scared for more than a couple of seconds before he once again started happily jumping around enjoying his sister's surprise attacks.

The yard was filled with happy noises and Caesar felt really happy after a long time in his life after 'her' death.

He forgot all about his grievances and hatred as he immersed himself in the world of his small and cute family.

Yes, cute. Though the second child is naughty, he is nonetheless cute in his Father's eyes. He would never call him cute on Monkero's face though.

Which father would call a son cute? Not Caesar at least.

"Caesar!! Caesar!! Where are you? Come out immediately!!" Their fun time was suddenly interrupted by someone's loud calls from outside the house.

The happy smile on Caesar's face disappeared in an instant and was replaced by a deep frown. 'Who dares to interrupt their happy family time?'

Though he wanted to ignore the nuisance creating lady at the door, he couldn't ignore because her voice only kept on going louder and louder.

He had no other choice but to go to the door and open it to face the rude and loud woman.

When he looked at her, Caesar's frown only got deeper. Of course he knew her.

She is his neighbor. Well, to be exact, she is the wife of his neighbor who intruded his home earlier.

The same man, whose fate had turned into being the manure for Caesar's garden.

"What do you want? Why are you shouting at other people's doors like a shrew?" Caesar couldn't help but ask her in agitation.

The woman was not a saint either. She got angrier looking at his attitude than before. She wanted to fight him but she also knew her priorities well.

Hence she first asked the question she came here to ask him, "Where is my husband?" Before Caesar could give her a reply, she interrupted, "Don't tell me that you don't know. He told me before he came to your house. It has been hours and he is still not back. Where did he go?"

Caesar gave her a lay glance as if her concern for her husband was none of his business and replied with an even lazier tone than how his face looked, "Ohh, him? He is dead. Now get out of my house."

"..." the woman did not know what to say.

His voice was even lighter than one would use to speak about weather and yet the words that came out of his lips were enough to initiate storms.