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Barely managing to support his chin with the palm of his hand on his way back, Ucon finally catches Blueberry’s whining.
- Haaa... - he exhales, as if he were a wandering comet on a galactic orbit that has temporarily switched to the orbit of their gas giant, and for a while he places her body on his shoulder and drags her onto the """Infernal""" throne. - She could have walked herself, she wouldn't have gotten so weak...
- I couldn't! - she kicks him with her feet. - It's too high here!
It was a powerful, low, and dignified voice. Moments later, its source appeared before the guests - it was a sword floating in the air.
- Where I was forged, heads were chopped off for violating the silence. - Flying closer, he looks with his single eye into the eyes of the elf. - And that's not a bad idea, don't you think? To decorate this tower with the heads of people like you!