“Yes,” the Caesar chuckled, “yes. So I did my best to wait for the Verves and warn them.
I glanced skeptically at Caesar, turned around and pointed expressively at the already prepared grave. In response to my indignation, Araeden smiled, once again reaching out his hand, touched my face and said softly:
- In any of the worlds, I can only trust you, but, as you understand, neither poison nor the grave would stop me.
Understood, perhaps, understood, that's just:
“It remains a matter of time, my Caesar,” she reminded him irritably.
The Emperor of Erradaras smiled slyly and asked:
“Dallar has already activated his body art?”
And I sighed indignantly:
- You!..
Caesar laughed. And then, lightly, as if he hadn’t been dying here for the whole night, he got up, lifting me too, with a jerk
