Mad Tycoon of Rome
Chapter 55: A Prelude to Turmoil
Rome had changed significantly since Marcus left three years ago.
It had freed itself from the threat of pirates and pacified the East, so the faces of its people now bore no signs of worry.
Returning to Rome by carriage from Brundisium, Marcus was met with a sea of welcoming crowds as he ascended Palatine Hill.
Upon arriving home, he was greeted by the familiar faces he had missed so much.
The first people he addressed were his father, Crassus, and his mother, Theutoria.
“Father, mother. I hope you’ve been well.”
“Yes, we’re glad to see you healthy,” Crassus replied with a warm smile, placing his hands on Marcus’s shoulders.
Theutoria nearly ran to embrace Marcus tightly, her eyes glistening with emotion.
“You’ve grown so much,” she said, her voice filled with affection.
Crassus and Theutoria said little else. Their relief and joy at his safe return were conveyed in that simple exchange.
Marcus’s younger brother, Publius, greeted him with a flushed face.
To Publius, Marcus was a hero for his achievements in the war.
“Welcome back, brother. I heard you accomplished great things.”
“It was nothing extraordinary. Conquering a few weak territories hardly compares to Spartacus’s bravery and the medal he earned on the battlefield.”
Marcus noticed Seline among the guests, looking at Spartacus. She held a silver civic crown, ready to present it to him.
Not wanting to intrude on their long-awaited reunion, Marcus nudged Spartacus playfully.
“You’ve got a lot to catch up on with your wife. Go on now.”
“Right. I’ll head over,” Spartacus said with a bright smile, walking toward Seline. She nodded to Marcus before returning to their room with her husband.
Marcus enjoyed his final moments of reunion with his loved ones, delaying his orders to avoid interrupting their conversation.
Julia approached with small, eager steps and embraced Marcus.
“Marcus!”
“Julia, have you been well? Have you experienced any discomfort?”
Julia looked up from his embrace and smiled shyly.
“I should be asking you that. You’re always worrying too much. Thanks to the kindness of others, I’ve been perfectly fine.”
“I can’t help but worry. Still, I’m relieved to see you well.”
“You’ve grown taller,” she remarked.
“Really? Spartacus mentioned the same thing. I guess I’m still growing.”
Thanks to his good nutrition, Marcus was significantly taller than he had been in his previous life. By ancient standards, he was notably tall.
He naturally straightened his shoulders and wore a faint smile.
“You were already handsome, but now you look even more reliable.”
“Ha ha, you’re so beautiful that anyone would think Venus herself had descended to earth. I want to brag to all of Rome that my wife is this beautiful.”
“That’s not true. You’re exaggerating too much…”
While the couple’s affectionate conversation continued, Septimus and Danae walked slowly behind Julia.
They congratulated Marcus on his safe return, and Marcus expressed his gratitude for their management of the business and their care of Julia.
That evening, a grand banquet was held to celebrate the return of the eldest son.
They ate and drank heartily, letting off steam, and Marcus resumed his regular activities the next day.
He began by reviewing the political changes that had occurred.
The year 63 BC had seen significant political shifts. Cicero, who had steadily risen in the Senate, had finally won the consulship and started his term.
Cicero, a former lawyer who had come up from the provinces, was an unprecedented figure in Roman politics. His rise was notable not just for his success, but for his lack of typical military credentials.
Cicero was proud of his achievements and even sent a heartfelt congratulatory speech to Marcus, thanking him for the financial support for his mansion and election campaign.
Next, Marcus received brief business reports from Septimus, Danae, and Vitruvius.
The most encouraging news was the stable operation of the new furnace, which now allowed for mass steel production. This advancement promised not only increased military power but also improvements in various tools and agricultural implements.
Marcus praised Vitruvius and the craftsmen for their achievements and awarded them a generous bonus.
Reports from other sectors followed.
“The market for women’s cosmetics is practically ours. We can say that without exaggeration. We are also successfully increasing our market share in jewelry and clothing thanks to our capital power. Madam has an exceptional sense for these things.”
“That’s true. She has an incredible knack for identifying popular products. With her appearance, the ladies can’t take their eyes off her.”
“She must have inherited that talent from her father.”
Julia evidently got more than just intelligence from Caesar.
An idea for popularizing silk in Rome took shape in Marcus’s mind.
After reviewing the reports, Marcus went to Julia’s room to present her with a silk dress as a gift.
Julia, seeing the fabric for the first time, couldn’t contain her excitement.
“How can clothes be so light and feel so wonderful? This texture is amazing.”
Silk was colorful and clung to the body, giving a sensual impression. Julia’s beauty only enhanced its allure.
“What do you think? Can we set a trend in Rome with this?”
“Absolutely. Can I wear this dress to the next party? I’m sure it will cause a huge stir.”
“I don’t mind. I’m just a bit worried that other men might look at you with envy.”
“Oh, stop joking.”
Though Marcus was sincere in his concern, he couldn’t prevent her from wearing silk. Its future popularity seemed inevitable, so he accepted her choice.
“If anyone tries to harm her later, I’ll deal with them myself,” Marcus thought.
While making money was good, he needed to address the potential for inflation caused by the high price of silk. Rome had previously attempted to ban silk in the imperial era due to its association with luxury. The high cost was due to the East’s monopoly on silk production and the intermediary trade by Parthia. Since he could uncover the production methods, Marcus aimed to introduce silkworms to Rome, just as Eastern Rome had done in the future. There was no reason why Rome couldn’t achieve the same.
As Marcus contemplated this, Julia’s voice brought him back to the present.
“Marcus, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“I was supposed to handle it myself as you instructed, but I think I should inform you now that you’re here. Father is planning to run for Pontifex Maximus soon and has asked me to borrow some money for his campaign.”
“Of course I’ll lend him the money. As much as he needs. I’ll also arrange for campaign workers.”
Julia looked at Marcus with wide eyes, then tilted her head in surprise.
“You accept it so casually.”
“Huh? Isn’t it natural for a son-in-law to support his father-in-law’s election?”
“No… that’s not what I meant. Aren’t you surprised that Father is running for the highest priest position? Everyone else seems to be shocked.”
The position of Pontifex Maximus was the highest in Roman religion and held significant authority. Even the Vestal Virgins, highly respected in Rome, were under the Pontifex Maximus’s supervision. However, it was also seen as an honorary role typically occupied by well-established figures. The two main candidates against Caesar were elderly nobles with consul experience.
When Caesar announced his candidacy, it shocked everyone. The Senate couldn’t fathom why someone like Caesar would incur massive debt for such a symbolic position.
Marcus, familiar with Caesar’s tendencies, had a sense of why.
“Do you find your father’s decision surprising as well?”
“I did when I first heard about it.”
“Then not now. I think it’s actually quite strategic. The Pontifex Maximus position is more valuable than people realize, especially because it’s held for life.”
In Rome, all positions were based on competition, a defining feature of the Republic’s political landscape.
The term of office for elected positions in Rome was fixed at one year, including for the consul, the highest political office. However, the position of Pontifex Maximus was different—it was not a political role and could be held for life.
This year’s election was necessary because the previous Pontifex Maximus, Metellus Pius, had died. Caesar, like Pompey, was driven by ambition and vanity, and coveted the position of leader of Rome’s religious world.
“I think Father is also considering the long-term benefits. The Pontifex Maximus can exert considerable influence over politics if he chooses to,” Julia explained.
“That’s true. Religious authority holds significant weight in Rome,” Marcus agreed.
The highest priest had the power to influence national events by overseeing ceremonies and, theoretically, could even cancel events if he declared the omens unfavorable. While this power was rarely exercised, the authority of the Pontifex Maximus was substantial.
Caesar, unlike Pompey who valued honor more than power, sought both power and prestige. “Though Caesar is relatively new to the political arena, he has used various tactics to secure the position. I believe he will succeed.”
“He is well-liked by the citizens,” Julia added.
“Regardless, it’s all thanks to you, Marcus. I appreciate your support on behalf of my father.”
“There’s no need for thanks between us. It’s part of our family’s support for one another,” Marcus replied.
Originally, the Pontifex Maximus was chosen by a group of priests, but Caesar managed to persuade his friend, a tribune, to propose a change in the law. A bill was introduced to the assembly that allowed the selection of the Pontifex Maximus to be decided by the citizens. The citizens overwhelmingly supported the change, and with Marcus’s financial backing, Caesar was able to mobilize a large number of campaign workers. The result was an easy victory for Caesar, unlike the outcome in original history.
To witness Caesar’s election as Pontifex Maximus, Marcus and Julia attended the assembly. While women were generally not permitted to enter the assembly, noble women sometimes attended as spectators.
In such cases, the spectators were often family members of the candidates who had succeeded in the elections.
Septimus and Danae did not accompany them, so only Spartacus followed as a guard.
The Forum Romanum, where the assembly was held, was so packed that there was barely any space to move.
From a distance, Marcus saw the Vestal Virgins, highly revered by the Romans, arriving with their escort of soldiers.
At that moment, Caesar, dressed in a priestly toga, was about to step onto the podium to deliver his speech. His numerous supporters and campaign workers, hired with his funds, cheered enthusiastically.
Julia, confident of Caesar’s high chances of winning, appeared a bit nervous, fidgeting with her hands. Marcus took her hand and guided her to a well-secured seat.
As they moved closer to the center of the square, Caesar’s voice became clearer. His speech was skillfully delivered, fitting for one of Rome’s finest orators.
Fortunately for Caesar, his opponents, Isauricus and Catulus, gave lackluster performances.
A young nobleman sitting next to Marcus expressed his frustration aloud. “Such disappointing candidates! I told them they needed to unify their efforts. Now Caesar is almost guaranteed to win! How could someone like him become the highest priest? What will happen to Rome?”
The young nobleman noticed the sharp glances directed at him and quickly looked down, apologizing. “Did I speak too loudly? I apologize if I disturbed anyone.”
“It’s not a problem,” Marcus replied. “I just happened to look in your direction.”
Julia and Marcus’s attention naturally shifted to the young nobleman. Feeling their gaze, the nobleman looked back and forth between them with an awkward expression.
“Are you related to Caesar?” he asked.
Julia smiled and nodded slightly. “Yes, I’m Julia Caesaria, the daughter of Gaius Julius Caesar.”
The nobleman’s face reddened with embarrassment as he realized he had criticized Caesar in front of his daughter. He scratched his head sheepishly. “Ah, I see. I didn’t mean to offend.”
“I heard that Caesar’s daughter is known for her virtue. Now that I think about it, you married into the Crassus family.”
The nobleman’s gaze shifted to Marcus. “Are you the eldest son of the Crassus family? The one who returned from the Eastern expedition recently?”
“Yes, I’m Marcus Licinius Crassus II.”
“Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard much about you from Cicero. I’m Porcius Cato.”
Cato extended his arm in greeting. Surprised by the unexpected encounter, Marcus shook his hand calmly.
“I’ve heard many things about you as well. You’re known as a brilliant scholar with a deep love for the Republic.”
“Ha ha, who’s spreading such flattering rumors?” Cato chuckled.
Cato was aware that Marcus was a prominent Republican alongside Cicero and Brutus. He had already built good relationships with Cicero and Brutus, and now saw an opportunity to connect with Marcus.
“Cato, did you come to see the outcome of the highest priest election? You must be busy with your recent entry into the Senate.”
“Yes, I wanted to see how well those two old men, who ignored my advice, fared. As expected, it looks like they will lose.”
“Do you have any objections to Caesar becoming the highest priest?”
“The highest priest is the foremost figure in Rome’s religious life. Yet, Caesar’s private conduct is quite immoral… Ah, I apologize for speaking so openly in front of his daughter. It’s just that Caesar doesn’t seem to embody the qualities expected of the highest priest.”
Both Marcus and Julia gave a wry smile. Despite the discomfort of the comment, they knew Cato’s criticism was not entirely unfounded.
Cato glanced at Julia and added, trying to soften his words, “But his daughter is indeed as virtuous and prudent as the rumors say. I hold her in high regard. I have a different perspective from Caesar’s, so please don’t take my comments too harshly.”
“No, actually, I share your concern. I also wish my father would be more restrained in his relationships with women. I see your criticism as harsh but fair.”
Cato was slightly moved by Julia’s response. He lowered his head and muttered softly, “Ha ha… It’s hard to believe someone so wonderful could have such a flawed father…”
“By the way, Cato, why didn’t the other two candidates agree to unite their candidacies against Caesar?”
“Of course, they believed they could win. They’re fools.”
“It doesn’t seem like your opposition to Caesar is purely personal. You seem to regard him as quite a threat.”
“Don’t you? I assumed you and your father were trying to control him through marriage, considering your shared interests.”
Cato lowered his voice so Julia couldn’t hear. Marcus nodded calmly and responded.
“Similar, but I don’t see him as a threat right now. For now, he must listen to me and my father, who are his major creditors.”
Cato’s voice dropped even lower.
“That may be true for now, but he’s like a plague. If left unchecked, he might eventually destabilize the Senate.”
Marcus was secretly impressed by Cato’s foresight but maintained his composure.
“That’s giving Caesar too much credit. He won’t overcome the combined influence of my family and Pompey in the Senate.”
“Pompey… True, Caesar likely can’t outmatch Pompey. But Caesar’s political skills are several steps ahead of Pompey’s.”
“Politics isn’t just about skills; it requires a strong background. Besides, with vigilant observers like you, how could he possibly act on any dangerous thoughts?”
Cato, flattered by Marcus’s praise, coughed with a pleased expression.
“Hm, of course, I’ll keep a close watch on him.”
“Yes. Not only you, but also Cicero and many other republicans. Even if we’re not yet old enough for the Senate, there are many young people sharing our ideals. The spirit of the Republic will continue. There’s no need for excessive worry.”
“Ha ha ha, I see. Perhaps I was too narrow-minded. It seems there are already many vigorous advocates for the Republic.”
The two men ended their conversation on friendly terms.
With Caesar’s victory assured, Cato took his leave to return to his mansion. Marcus and Julia rose from their seats.
“Shall we go as well? We need to congratulate your father.”
“Yes. He won by a much larger margin than I anticipated. I was anxious for nothing.”
Caesar had achieved a landslide victory in all electoral districts.
The position of highest priest, unlike other honorary roles, came with a significant salary. Additionally, Caesar planned to move into the official residence provided for the highest priest. Other unclaimed official residences would also fall under his control.
He could rent them out after repairs, providing some extra income. While it was a small fraction of the money Marcus had lent him, it offered some means of repayment.
“I’ll need to mobilize some of the family’s slaves to help him move into the official residence. And I’ll also need to adjust the rent for the buildings he’ll lease…”
As Marcus discussed his future plans with Julia, a cautious voice called from behind.
“Excuse me, are you Marcus Licinius Crassus II?”
Marcus turned to see a middle-aged nobleman who looked knowledgeable.
When Spartacus began to move, the nobleman quickly raised his hand and said, “No, no, please don’t worry. I’m not a suspicious person. I’m a former praetor and senator.”
“A senator?”
“Yes, I overheard your conversation and recognized who you are. I had something I wanted to discuss with the Crassus family, so I thought it best to address it now.”
As a former praetor, he had held the significant position of governor of Sardinia.
Marcus nodded and gestured for him to continue.
The middle-aged nobleman, looking somewhat embarrassed, spoke up.
“Actually, I’m planning to run for consul this year. As you know, election campaigns require substantial funding, and I need to ask for a loan. Unfortunately, the other creditors are unwilling to lend me money.”
“Why wouldn’t they lend you money if you’re a former praetor?”
“Well… I might as well be honest, since you’ll find out eventually. I made some radical promises last year and am not on good terms with the equestrian class. Oh, and I haven’t introduced myself yet.”
Based on his story, Marcus had a good guess about his identity. The biggest issue in 63 BC was not Caesar’s election as the highest priest. That was minor compared to the massive scandal engulfing Rome.
The middle-aged nobleman, who was at the center of this scandal, gave a wry smile and revealed his name.
“Lucius Sergius Catilina.”