"Now," Cezar said, "tell me... who exactly sent you?"
As he spoke, his expression turned cold, and he silently stepped forward. The tip of the blade touched the assassin's throat, drawing a line of blood. The assassin shivered all over, and the blood-red liquid flowed down the blade.
"It was Her Majesty the Empress!" the assassin hissed, "It was the Empress!"
Cezar's pupils suddenly contracted, his hand holding the knife paused slightly, and he muttered dazedly:
"Moth...er?"
Yaguba tilted its head, slightly startled, its tail drooping, thinking to itself, what's going on, not only brotherly friendship, but also motherly kindness to her son?
"You lied to me..." Cezar frowned.
"I'm not lying to you!"
"I hate seeing others bleed, I really... really hate it," Cezar growled hoarsely, his tone emphasizing each word, "so please don't push me!"
Saying this, Cezar's knife didn't stop, the line of blood on the assassin's throat becoming more and more distinct.
