"You may consider us another blade alongside your new sword, Renara." Serafina lifted an eyebrow, then fell silent to let Caesar mull over her words, watching him carefully as he absorbed the implication.
"Oh?" Caesar's features shifted faintly, curiosity and calculation crossing his face. "Do you truly grasp Renara's value to the Empire, enough to place yourselves on par with her?" He regarded her with an intensity that suggested the question was not merely rhetorical.
The Cradle Empire had ballooned in recent years, its reach swelling so rapidly that it was forced to adopt Aro's wing system to maintain control. Even now, Caesar sheltered five Nexus States directly under his wing, not counting the two mercenary, and, of course, Renara remained apart from them all.
But who among those could he depend on in the heat of actual battle? Renara, and no one else.
