Uesugi Koshi took a swift step forward, rushing up to Caesar and staring at him intently as he repeated his earlier question. "What did you say? Say that again."
Caesar's ice-blue pupils abruptly contracted—so fast!
A strong sense of vigilance rose within him. This ramen chef's speed was astonishing; when he had rushed from the ramen counter to Caesar's side, Caesar had not even had time to react.
Sure enough, Principal Angers had chosen this place for their discussion for a reason. This old master might also be a formidable figure hiding his true abilities.
He answered, "Tachibana Masamune may be Herzog, or he may be Bondarev."
"No, not that. The next sentence."
"Your sons are the Dragon King of Nippon Stronghold, the head of the Minamoto Clan, and the head of the Uesugi Clan. They are siblings."
"No, not that. The one after that."
Caesar leaned back slightly, putting some distance between them. Watching the old man's agitated expression, he said suspiciously, "Their genetic source—most likely points to a man named Uesugi Koshi."
His words fell.
Time seemed to freeze for several seconds. The sound of rain, the bubbling soup, and the faint noise of distant cars all became remote and unreal.
Uesugi Koshi abruptly turned to Angers. "Angers, what exactly is going on?"
"Haven't you heard already? It means exactly what it says. You have two sons and a daughter."
Angers ate his ramen, slurping it loudly. In Japan, this was a sign of courtesy. If one ate ramen without slurping, it meant they were dissatisfied with the ramen chef's skill. Uesugi Koshi's cooking was clearly excellent, and Angers did not want to falsely disparage it in that regard.
Caesar's eyes widened as he stared at Uesugi Koshi in astonishment. He truly had not expected this unremarkable ramen