The Manic Tyrant and his Monster Tree

Protected by law?

The woman felt that she was hallucinating. She closed her eyes and rubbed them a few times.

She opened her eyes and blinked them a couple of times before she raised her head to look at the ceiling again.

"???"

Everything looked normal. As if everything that she saw earlier was just her imagination.

She thus convinced herself that it really was her imagination and nothing more.

Otherwise, how could she explain the weird movements of the ceiling she had seen earlier? There is no logic in that at all.

She looked forward and found that Caesar had already walked a few meters away. She sped up to catch up to him.

Though they were neighbors, Caesar's house was not the same as hers. Instead it was too large.

It was not that Caesar was a rich man. But his ancestors used to be too rich.

She remembered how her husband had told her a few stories about Caesar's ancestors being the rulers of a country and whatnot.

Though she did not believe most of his nonsense, she at least believed that Caesar's ancestors would have been rich.

Otherwise how would they afford such a large piece of land?

It took a long time for her and Caesar to walk from the door to the backyard. This only made her feel more astonished at the original size of the house.

Until now, all they walked was only the length of the house from the front door to the back one. But if one were to count the distance from the back door to the compound wall at the end of the backyard, she would be even more astonished.

Once they reached the backyard, she too was surprised looking at the vegetation, which was full of luster and shine, just like her husband.

But sadly she was not in a mood to appreciate the beautiful view at the moment.

She looked around but couldn't find her husband anywhere.

"Dear," She called out to him, hoping to get a reply.

She heard a chuckle from the side. She immediately glared at Caesar, "What are you laughing at?"

"Why shouldn't I laugh, huh? I already told you that your husband is dead and yet here you are calling out for him. Wouldn't you be scared to listen to your dead husband's voice?" Caesar asked in amusement.

"..." 'Why would I be scared to hear his voice? Instead I would be so happy that I may even dance in front your stupid face,' she thought to herself.

After all, listening to his voice would only prove that whatever bullshit Caesar just spouted would be proven wrong and her heart would finally be able to settle down.

Yes, whatever Caesar said should be nonsense. It must be.

How could a man randomly kill another man in this world?

She calmed down once she thought that all he spoke those words were just to scare her.

Though this thought relaxed her a lot, it also angered her.

Which crazy man would joke using such scary words?

She thus replied loudly, "Why should I be scared just because of your nonsense? Do you really think that I would believe that you killed my husband? Do you dare to?"

Caesar raised his eyebrow, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

"..." What should she say for that? Why wouldn't he dare? How could anyone dare to kill someone so randomly?

She was also sure that there would be no reason for this crazy man to kill her husband.

After all, despite being neighbors for years, they had never really had a good conversation for many years.

After she got married, she had never once seen both the men looking at each other eye to eye. She did not know how the relationship between the both was before their marriage but since the marriage they were more than strangers.

Hence she was sure that there would be no reason for her husband's death in this man's hands despite him being 'crazy'.

She also knows her husband's nature. His words may annoy others sometimes but they were never too extreme that they would make someone want to kill the man.

She thus looked back at Caesar and replied, "This place is under law."

"Law? Which law here would protect a man who killed someone in front of the entire town?" Caesar asked her again.

His words sounded simple and casual but the strain in his voice showed his deeply hidden hatred and disdain towards the town's so-called law.

His words reminded the woman of the truth too.

Yes, his little girlfriend was once killed, right?

That too in front of everyone in the town.

Isn't that the main reason this man had turned crazy? Yes, everyone called him crazy but that was not the case from his childhood.

He had changed. That was what her husband had told her.

He had changed from a sunny boy to a dark man.

A complete contrast to his previous self.