- Don't be sorry. We must go forward. Despite everything, I'm even glad that I met you, it was an unusual adventure. Take care of yourself. And hold on to each other. Claude suddenly became emotional, instructing the teenagers as if they were his children.“And we were glad.Daisyra's eyes suddenly moistened, glistening with a pearl of a single tear that rolled down her cheek. Jumping up impulsively, she even took a step towards him, exclaiming excitedly:Claude, I...However, it did not come to an agreement. The door clicked and their relative entered the room, cutting off what the girl wanted to say. The mercenary even felt sorry that he never heard the end of her phrase.— What are you doing, children? the old woman said unexpectedly benevolently and sank into the remaining free chair. The whole furnishings of the room consisted of a few armchairs, a small table, and a wall-to-wall wardrobe filled with books and figurines, everything was so light and airy that Claude tried not to n

All this time, Claude followed the enemy, remembering and noticing everything. He will take revenge. Definitely get revenge! By the time the commander left the place of their captivity, the soldiers had almost removed the bodies of their dead and wounded comrades. Each time they carried another body by, they cast murderous glances towards the captives, someone even spat at their feet, but they did not beat them again. Leaving work for the executioner.Soon it was their turn. Grabbing the captives by the arms, the men dragged them along the ground, not allowing them to stand up normally. The knees were worn to the blood, but no one cared, as if they were deliberately trying to cause as much pain as possible. Thus, avenging his heavy victory. The wagon that was waiting for them differed from the carriage that had recently sped away in its shabbiness and gloominess. No insignia and even ghosts of comfort, a bare floor made of roughly knocked together boards, walls, windows, gratings part

Tense muscles, reduced by an uncomfortable posture, responded with sharp pain, blood, as if with needles, making its way through the veins until it bypassed all the limbs entirely, establishing normal circulation. Almost moaning, Claude restrained himself, he would not bring them joy from the pain he experienced. And his hands were already twisted behind his back, not allowing him to move away properly, things were no better for his comrades. Alita's light groan did not pity anyone, there were quite a few beautiful women in these casemates. It was not even hidden from her comrades what greasy looks the men threw at her, but they did not succumb to charm. Another chance to break free failed. Claude didn't know why Alita's charm didn't make the same impression on the guards as it did on him. Perhaps they had protection from this kind of influence, because they constantly dealt with non-humans, and perhaps love for Rolk, so influenced her herself, that a woman was not ready to charm othe

- As you have already been told, you are entering the service of the emperor, there is one thing that he wants to entrust to you, and only for this reason such as you have been spared life.- They could not cripple at the same time.“You, nonhuman, all nonhumans must die. It's a sin to complain about you, so everything heals quickly. And besides, you would hardly have agreed so easily. You nonhumans have no concept of honor and responsibility to the ruler.“A ruler who destroys people like me?”- And he does it right. But now is not about that. Here you go, now it's yours.With these words, she pulled out of her pocket a small strap with a pendant in the form of a star with five rays in a halo of sparks that were extinguished in the water. Without giving him a chance to protest, narrow palms, hardened from private swordsmanship, snapped the lock around his neck. A narrow pendant tightly gripped the throat, breath stopped, from the outburst of indignation quickly grew into anger. This

As Leatrix announced to him that as soon as he could walk, she would present him to the emperor and then he would hear his task, and until then he was left in the dark about what he might need from him.When Claude was able to confidently stand on his feet, another two weeks passed, during which time he managed to get stronger and relax, looking forward to the opportunity to get up from this already disgusted bed. Despite the time spent together, he was never able to talk to Berkhard, and he did not become closer to Leatrice either. The woman continued to perceive him as a forced evil, not worthy of her attention. His hands itched, and his body languished from forced inactivity. His active nature was eager to do at least something, but he was not allowed, and when asked to free his hands, he was advised not to be arrogant. When Berkhard allowed him to get up, Claude almost jumped for joy, but was forced to sink onto the bed with a groan, muscles that had barely fused over time refused