Chapter 65 I am not made of iron

• Caesar opened the door and came out an hour later. His countenance wore a cold and pale expression while his brow was painfully furrowed. He cleaned his hands with a handkerchief, which, as much as he wanted to hide it in the robe he was wearing, those present managed to see a few drops of blood.
• Sara, Siran, Leoxi and finally Nebraska approached him.
• -How is he?- Sara let go of her husband's arm and Caesar looked at her.