A funny fact is that once upon a time princes and kings fled away from horror, only seeing my face, and now I clearly understand that these two strongest men will fight for me to the last. Caesar, to whom I already actually belonged, and Dinar, who learned to win at any cost much faster than the bright one would like.
“So you justify the fact that Dinar used the orcs of the Forest Clan to his advantage?” - with some even barely noticeable flash of curiosity, the Caesar asked.
- Justify? No,” I shook my head negatively, “but he only learned your lesson, Araeden, I haven’t forgotten the grandmother of the Grahsoven family, lying in a puddle of self-igniting earthen oil.
This time, the Caesar did not avert his own gaze - he only looked at me with crystals, as if covered with frost from the
