long time, and that there must be more behind their comments.
-It's good that you came, - said the clergyman after a moment of silence. - I had to persuade your mother for a long time to invite you.
-Has something happened? - asked the master, perking up.
-The disease is progressing, as you know. - The priest sat back and closed his eyes slightly, staring out the window. - We've slowed the progression as much as possible, but we can't stop it. Madame has been feeling worse lately, and I'm afraid the disease is entering its final stage.
Silence fell. The dragon felt a little out of place listening to something so important.
-Is...- The master stared at the clergyman, unable to quite form his thoughts.
-I have spoken to all the medics and healers, but unfortunately I have not found anyone who has a different opinion.- The clergyman shook his head. -I am sorry, but you must prepare yourself for this.
-What... What will that mean?
-The disease will begin to affect her internal organs. - The old man shifted his gaze to Darius. - Her kidneys, liver, intestines, and finally her lungs and heart. The alchemical potions will continue to work, slowing down the progression and limiting the consequences as much as possible, but they will not be effective forever. There will come a time when they will cease to work.
-I understand.- The mage merely muttered.
Silence fell again, in which the joyful trills of birds seemed inappropriate. Draco shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable and uncertain. Darius suddenly stood up.
-I need to take a walk.- He turned towards the exit.- Draco, this will be your bedroom for the duration of our stay. Please rest.- Bleist left, carefully closing the door behind him.
-So you are Darius's apprentice.- The priest broke the awkward silence.- I am glad to have met you.
-It's... my pleasure.- The dragon faltered slightly, trying to understand what had just happened in the room.
-I have been saying for a long time that he should finally choose someone. Eh... At least
