Chapter 158: |
Camille couldn’t quite understand Otto’s words.
Although he agreed that Prince Saladin was a remarkable man and had the qualities to be considered a saint.
However, he didn’t think he deserved to be called a “Saint”.
Despite his profound devotion to God…..
“Why do you think Crown Prince Saladin is a “Saint”?”
“Because he will become one.”
Otto replied without hesitation.
“That’s why I can’t help but be nice to him, because he’s walking in the path of a saint, and that would be such an honor for me.”
“What the hell….”
“If it were anyone else.”
Otto added.
“At least when it comes to Saladin, there’s not a shred of selfishness in him, unless it’s his father, Abdul II. I’m being honest.”
“Mmm.”
“So I don’t want you to look at it through tinted glasses.”
“Understood.”
Camille nodded, surprised that Otto was being so serious, and decided to take off and remove them.
“That’s why you’re jealous. Saladin is such a bigger person, isn’t he?”
“You weren’t kidding, were you?”
“Seriously?”
“…….”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Don’t worry so much about that.”
Camille’s words were sincere.
‘Who else would I serve if not Your Majesty? Even if a ruler worthy of great respect were to appear, my loyalty belongs solely to Your Majesty.’
With that thought, Camille quietly closed the door to Otto’s bedroom.
Then he pulled a chair in front of the door and stood vigil, leaning his back against the wall.
This was always his routine.
He always guarded Otto’s sleeping quarters.
In a small chair, he dozed off to sleep….
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The capturing of the rat made the journey to Al-Salam very comfortable.
Otto’s counter-intelligence becomes a critical weakness for the enemy.
“Prepare to attack.”
The Ismaili warriors who had been monitoring the crown prince’s convoy from afar took out their long, cylindrical weapons.
The weapon, called the [God’s Punishment], was a cylindrical anti-tank weapon with a magic bomb at the end, boasting immense power.
It was a luxury that only in the Kingdom of Caliphate could be enjoyed, where magic stones were found when you dug into the ground.
“Aim.”
The order was given, and the ten warriors aimed the [God’s Punishment] at the crown prince’s convoy in unison.
“Three, two….”
Then.
*Burst!* *Swoosh!* *Swoosh!*
Thirty-three Soul Knights hiding in the sand sprang up in unison and pounced on the Ismaili warriors.
“Agh!”
“Aaahhh!”
The Soul Knights slaughtered the Ismaili warriors completely.
“Death shall befall those who dare to block His Majesty’s path.”
“Since they’re so eager to die, I’ll give them that. Hohoo.”
“These vermin-like bastards! Hehehe!”
Agatho-Hildegarde-Maximus lashed out at the Ismaili warriors.
The Ismaili warriors tried to fight back, but they were no match for the 33 Soul Knights.
“Let’s take back all the loot.”
“Yeah, it looks like it could be a useful weapon.”
“Kahkahkah! It’s been a while since I’ve tasted blood!”
With all the Ismaili warriors slain, the Soul Knights picked up the God’s Punishment and the warheads that had fallen to the sand and returned to the convoy.
It was all thanks to Otto’s false intelligence.
Instead of avoiding the enemies, he lured them into attack, setting up an ambush and then killing them.
The journey was very smooth, thanks to several counterattacks that he was able to launch.
There was no need to fear unexpected attacks.
However, Otto remained vigilant.
*Glint*
Throughout the journey to Al-Salam, Otto’s eyes were always glowing green, and he kept a mana potion in his mouth.
“Why are you going to such lengths? Haven’t we already caught the traitor?”
“Because I hate unexpected variables.”
“What…?”
“Just in case.”
Otto was still mindful of the fact that Avery had summoned three kraken during the last Battle of Skull Island.
‘The whole thing’s already messed up, and I can’t trust what I know 100%, so I have to be careful.’
With variables springing up all over the place due to the butterfly effect, he couldn’t and shouldn’t act with confidence anymore.
From now on, even stepping on a stone bridge requires caution. That’s what he thought, and that’s how he felt.
However, since he couldn’t continue to be on edge all the time, Otto seized every opportunity to talk to the Hassassin.
“Hey, you know what?”
“…..”
“You know that tea we had earlier? That was pretty good?”
“…….”
“But is there no coffee in this world? Do you know about coffee?”
“…….”
“What is coffee….?”
With or without an answer.
Otto chatted away as if the Hassassin were a forest of bamboo.
His ramblings were so overwhelming in their impact that for the listener, it was like pure torture.
“Ugh.”
It was enough to make Camille, who was at his side, frown and push his camel away.
*Shiver*
The Hassassin, who had been keeping silent with his mouth clamped shut, broke out in a cold sweat.
‘This bastard talks too much.’
Although he had managed to defend himself against the mind’s eye of Kairos, he was slowly crumbling in the face of Otto’s [Talking Too Much].
Either way.
“When I was in LA….”
Otto used his clairvoyance to keep an eye on his surroundings, and bombarded the Hassassin with a constant barrage of random ramblings.
Several days passed, and they were almost to the capital, Al-Salam.
The terrain began to change.
Instead of sandy desert, there was now gravel.
*Dagadag* *Dagadag* *Dagadag*
In the distance, a group of cavalry galloped by at a terrifying speed.
It was the Caliphate’s army, coming to escort the crown prince.
“Greetings, His Highness the Crown Prince. The Sultan has sent us, and we will escort you from now on.”
Otto’s eyes, which had been tinged with green, returned to their original color.
But….
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
He could see tens of thousands of troops, in addition to the cavalry, marching left and right.
“What are all those troops?”
“Yes, His Highness the Crown Prince.”
The commander of the cavalry answered Saladin’s question.
“The Sultan has declared war on the Nuristanis who have been responsible for the recent events.”
“What?”
“That’s why the army is on its way to destroy the Nuristanis, and the Sultan intends to wipe out not only the Nuristanis but all the tribes that are still defying the Sultan.”
“No! Not war!”
Saladin exclaimed.
“We just need to find the people involved and deal with them! How can you say that my father has started a war!”
“Your Highness, Crown Prince.”
The commander said cautiously.
“The dignity of the dynasty will not stand if the Nuristanis are not punished. They have ravaged Jalalabad, and have dared to endanger His Highness, and Sir Yusuf and his knights have been slain.”
“Who doesn’t know that? Those who instigated this are to be punished. But to bring war to this place… Aah!”
Saladin lamented deeply.
“When I reach Al-Salam, I will see my Father and make my plea to him. War is not worth it.”
Saladin grew so anxious that he even abandoned his camel and switched to a horse.
“My benefactor, take your time. I am in a hurry to see the Sultan.”
“Ah, yes.”
Otto didn’t bother to stop Saladin from going first.
“Be careful on your way. I’ll see you in Al-Salam.”
“Yes, my benefactor. Farewell!”
Saladin led his cavalry into a full gallop toward the capital, Al-Salam.
“Huu….”
A deep sigh escaped Otto’s lips as he watched Saladin’s back.
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The Road to Al-Salam.
“Why is the crown prince against the war?”
Camille asked Otto.
“I honestly don’t understand. Wouldn’t it make more sense for the Sultan to start a war?”
“That’s right.”
Otto nodded.
“Of course they have to go to war, that is correct, otherwise the other tribes will look down on the dynasty.”
“Knowing that, isn’t it too idealistic to be against war?”
“Half right, half wrong.”
“What?”
“The Caliphs have a different way of thinking than we do. You can’t expect them to see things the same way we do.”
“What do you mean….”
“The Caliphate wouldn’t be the Graveyard of Empires for nothing. The harder you press them, the harder they resist. Going to war for nothing will only cause more damage, more resentment. Saladin is right, the best thing to do would be to find and punish those responsible for the crime.”
“Hmm.”
“Why else would a country be at war 364 out of 365 days a year? It’s a vicious cycle that can’t be broken.”
“So the Sultan didn’t know that and started the war?”
“He knows, of course the Sultan is aware. I don’t know why he does this, but there’s a difference of opinion. The Sultan’s authority is almost undisputed, and his economic and military power has risen considerably.”
“Confidence, you mean?”
“Yes.”
Otto nodded.
“Like the great powers that have been buried here for the last few hundred years.”
“My God.”
“He thinks of it as an opportunity.”
“An opportunity…?”
“I bet he’s thanking them for smacking him in the face.”
“No way.”
“Well, the Sultan is desperate to wipe out all the hostile tribes during his reign, to end the history of civil war once and for all. He wants to go down in the history books as the greatest Sultan ever.”
“And the Nuristanis have provided him with the perfect justification.”
“Exactly.”
Otto nodded.
“That’s why they’re trying to start a war now, because it’s a great opportunity for the Sultan.”
“But doesn’t history prove that the Caliphs are resilient?”
“That’s the thing about power. The Sultan is a Caliph, but he doesn’t understand the people better than I, a foreigner. That’s what scares me about power. It blinds people.”
“Power….”
“In the meantime, the northern Ismailis will probably help the Sultan without him realizing it, because the more the Caliphate’s forces win from the outset, the stronger the Ismailis’ standing in the resistance. Ugh. What a scheming Old Man.”
Otto could see right through the black underbelly of the Old Man of the Mountain, Rashid.
“Anyway, regardless of the mess, the affairs of Caliphate have little to do with us, so let’s go to Al-Salam.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“It’s time to change mounts.”
Like Saladin who had gone ahead of him, Otto dismounted his camel.
“It’s much faster to ride a horse now that we’re in the gravel desert. We should switch.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“You’ve worked hard.”
Otto stroked the nape of the camel’s neck.
“It’s been a long journey, and you can rest now….”
At that moment.
*Splat*
The camel spat in Otto’s face.
“Ow! My eyes!”
Otto held his eyes in agony.
“Grumph! Purrrrr!”
The camel grunted and snorted.
It was evident that he hadn’t been happy with Otto for some time.
“Hey, you crazy camel! Why are you spitting on me? What did I do wrong?”
Otto screamed at the camel, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Meanwhile, the Hassassin, who was tied to the camel next to him, was looking at Otto and thinking to himself
‘Is he really angry because he doesn’t know?’
The Hassassin was incredulous.
‘Even the camel is tired of your chatter, you talkative bastard!’
The Hassassin saw.
As Otto rambled on and on, the camel’s expression was rotting along with him….
