At dawn every day, during the brief handover with Klaao, they would stop for a short rest, perhaps by the bank of some unknown river, or under a tree with dense foliage.
"Why don't you stay by his side? I mean Antony. Rome City should now be under his leadership," Zero watched the no longer young Klaao, who was probably in her thirties. Thanks to her good self-care and her honey-colored skin, she appeared capable of rivaling any young woman.
"Does even the common folk know about this? Antony is dead. A month and a half ago, he was executed personally by the captain of Octavian's guard," Klaao said tiredly after a night's journey. Her flexible body, leaning on the carriage shaft, closed her eyes to recuperate. Her proud chest rose and fell slightly.
Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled violently, betraying her emotions. A person who is good at detecting others' feelings and psyche is often an excellent deceiver.
Not easy, Zero sighed.
