“Phrin, are you the Teleios of Oraiapolis?”
Phrin took a deep breath and replied: “You’ve found what you’ve been looking for.”
“I can’t let Caesar Nero get you! You have to stay away from Oraiapolis.” Arete said.
“I know, that’s why I was in Kataramenos.” Phrin answered in exaggeration. Although she was not wearing her full covering veil, her tone was still as expressive as usual.
“Then why have you guided us to Oraiapolis? You’re supposed to leave this place as far as possible!” said Arete.
“Yeah, why didn’t ya tell us about who ya really are? Did ya know how hard it is to make up stories?” Agave added.
“Arete of Syracuse, I want you to meet with someone here in Oraiapolis.” Phrin deepened her tone. Staring straight at Arete, she then turned towards a giant statue. The statue was no
