Instantly, as if looking at Caldaros stung, Ciri averted her gaze.
She looked down, eyes wide, and heart pounding.
Caldaros was still talking to her, explaining the reason why he could not have her stay, but his voice was gradually going further away—muffled like he was underwater. All she could hear now was her breaths, her heartbeats, and Lucivar's voice.
Don't be fooled, Ciri… you know the reason.
It became almost painstakingly clear the reason behind Caldaros' insistence.
He was going to kill Lucivar, regardless of the lie that Lucivar asked for mercy.
Perhaps he couldn't believe Lucivar, his plea for mercy might be a fluke—but shouldn't he at least see for himself whether Lucivar was lying or not? That's the least he could do as this involved taking a life, a precious and sacred thing.
After all, as he stated, he's a good person.
Isn't giving someone a chance what a good person would do?
But that didn't cross Caldaros' mind at all.
