The western border Canaan grew increasingly noisy.
Canaan is in contention with neighboring Cardina.
When the end of the Western kingdom was finally near, Isfan launched an offensive against the Cardina army.
Poking surprises, he ambushed, literally "shredded" 30% of the force he had on the border, and then, disguised as an insubordination, plucked the money and brought it to a truce.
More than the shredded forces themselves, it seems that soldiers continued to fall ill from hygiene problems and malnutrition in the Cardina army.
It was full of rumors that you might have mixed some poison in the waterway, but I'm not sure if it's true or false.
The Cardina side, however, is foolish not to notice even if it is mixed with poison.
Nearly twenty years after fleeing his country and also having civil unrest, Cardina seems weaker than when Yen was there.... Of course, the Abandoned Prince, who lived in the back of the royal palace with his breath lurking, doesn't know about the military's insights.
I have no right to refuse if I am ordered to appear at a signing ceremony. It was the nobility that Yen could not have known, and with a far-sighted look at them, he had a strange sentiment that Cardina was no longer a distant exotic..., then turned a blind eye to the Cardina messenger who appeared.
"He's a Cardina cleric, he sounds royal. I've never seen the royal family of Vaza before, but it's a rumoured beauty."
"Heh."
My colleague continues unaware of it when Yen responds.
"I hear you have an incompetence. Like seeing the future of everything."
"... I see"
Malaya, Son of God (Bayesia), Vaza.
I used to call her my sister, a Vaza woman.
Because I dream strangely, and I was in the clergy.
As a cleric, I was tempted to hear that it immobilized its status, but I didn't expect royalty to come near Canaan.
... As I observe from a distant nostalgia I accidentally visit, I see eye to eye with the little girl who was by Malaya.
Yen missed his gaze when he felt the girl staring at Sapphire's eyes with bright scarlet hair.
If you are a temple official, you may have noticed Yen's identity.
"What's that?
"That's Cardina's cleric, too. What's your name... did you say Lydia or something"
When Yen looked at the two again, the two women serving God disappeared into a banquet that Isfan had flickered while talking to the Cardina nobles in some way.
Where his identity has been revealed, Yen has, by the way, waived all his rights as a royal family and is sidelined in the first place.
Originally, I have no rights whatsoever.
You know more or less Yen's identity as a chair fan, but you wouldn't be looking for more than the rarity of the Han Dragon Clan.
Yen quickly forgot the loneliness (rustling) that Malaya and her life would never be the same again.
It's already a bitter memory in a distant exotic country.
Everything.
A Cardinian letter arrived under Yen, who I was sure would never be involved again, in the midst of Isfan going to the King's Capital in great secrecy.
Isfans have been summoned to a gathering for the Western kings to collapse and decide on their succession.
Though the sidelines, Isfans are royal too. It depends on who the new king will be, though he has just taken office… and there are even rumours that he will be relieved of his duties as Governor and entrusted with the high office of the King's Capital.
A letter in Cardinian arrived to Yen, and Asem was pale.
When he stops doing money to the merchant he brings in, he lowers the samurai and gives Yen the contents of the letter.
Yen sighed and spread a letter of condescension from Malaya Bayesia.
There is no signature.
But with a flower painting mimicking her own crest and a sign at the end that it's more than her sister, I know it's her.
Nothing in particular. No other love, nostalgic, just a letter telling me I want to see you one day......
If the West finds it difficult to live…, ask for a cleric named Lydia who is in the border city if you feel comfortable….
Malaya may well have known the whereabouts of Yen from the Dragon clan entering and leaving the King's capital.
I was not surprised by the text of the letter.
Asem, who picked up the crumpled paper, glanced at the letter, shook her shoulders, and looked up sharply at her husband.
"Why is there such a letter? I'm guessing you didn't reply, did you?
"There's no way I would. Though the truce is over, the enemy nation's … royalty."
"Yeah, right. It's your home."
"Assem"
When still, Asem wrote to her frustrated.
"I'll burn it. If other humans see something like this..."
"I know."
"Why did you put your face where you knew yourself? A detour, you are!
"You won't have a choice because you were ordered to.... Besides, Malaya is not the kind of person who uses me. It's like family. Like Suey or... Shen"
It was a mistake to show his face, Yen blurred bitterly.
But Malaya was the only close blood family I could say in that cardina. Neither will this letter be more than just nostalgia... she is a devout priest who has left the world.
Unboiled Yen, Asem shuddered... threw up.
"Sweet things! Trust the family of the past... don't act foolishly to expose us to the truth about your family! At a time when you don't know what's gonna happen!
He sighed off his wife, who left the room angrily, and Yen turned his foot to his son's room.
I stroke the cheeks of my son, who sleeps easily, and think.
I think Asem's anger is the best... The king, who was a courtesy of Isfan, died. The situation in the West is the same as in that climate. Easy to transfer, harsh, too easy to take the lives of the people who live there.
But no, that's why.
Even shallow......, I think.
What if… in case the unwanted of the Isfans are to be king, and every master is to be chased after this land?
Shouldn't we add the option of fleeing to Cardina?
Looking at his son with a dark face, his unusual son... glanced at him rather.
"Father, what's wrong?
"Did I wake you? Sorry, Aslan."
"Yeah, hey, your father won't be here with you, right?
Yen chuckled and hugged Aslan.
Wrap your soft body softly in your hands, tongue your back, and slap.
Aslan is..., this beautiful son has white skin and blue eyes like snow.
Yen can't, but if you need anything, you can run away to Cardina and live as a Cardinian... If you have to, ask Malaya...
Did Asem burn the letter?
What was the name of the priest Malaya said of...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
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Yen puts me to sleep by the name of his son Funya.
There is no reason for Asem to be irritated. What am I thinking over this period? I'm not ready.
Sighing, Yen left his son's room.
While Isfan was away, Canaan was ruled by his wife, Sahel.
Normally, women cannot hold public positions in the West, but direct royalty is allowed to hold public office.
Even if Isfan leaves Kanan confidentially to go to Wangdu with a sand dragon, Sahel as an absentee does a decent job.
Before I left, the chair fan told me by name, "I asked you for a sahel," and I was puzzled to know, Yen I replied, but so far, it has not turned up.
Sahel, who is not drowning in medicine, is surprisingly bright.
The time had passed peacefully, moderately using Nazils and their civilians.
Without showing any particular tribute to his deceased brother, and without worrying about his chair fans, Sahel performs her business pale.
As for Yen, I don't feel comfortable with Sahel's salon because his wife Asem often shows her face... but his wife, who was about to be killed in the past, is flat out in Sahel.
Yen doesn't pack much into the royal palace because he's a knight under the general's command.
I'm not very familiar with the inside line because it often hits security, but as far as Nazil and Asem can tell, she seems to be doing the job on an equal footing with chair fans.
Sahel was in a good mood and thought it was horrible, his wife Asem said all the time.
"With no chair fans, Master Sahel is here to have fun. I don't have an eyewitness, surrounded by whatever incense I like, and I think I feel good.... If you have a chair fan, you can throw away all the medicine."
"... Didn't you stop taking drugs?
Asem flaunted his shoulder.
"There's no way noble people who have ever relied on drugs can stop arresting you. He said he can have a good dream and sleep well...! Isn't it a good thing my husband is in a good mood to serve? I was delighted that the incense sent by the Cardina merchant was pure and pleasant."
"Even Cardina?
"Yeah, yeah."
Between the truce Canaan and Cardina, the deal is reviving, albeit slightly.
Stealing the eyes of a chair fan, Yen tongued when he heard that Sahel's maid was purchasing incense... drugs whimpering.
"Why, I won't stop!
I don't know when I'll lose my sanity, such as the governor contaminated with drugs. Asem looked cold at Yen, whose voice was too dangerous.
"... now you don't have a chair fan? I don't want to buy a grudge because of Sahel's misdemeanor. Please don't do anything extra. What Sahel hates about you. I'm having trouble getting my eyes on you. Even though I'm trying to break your heart and deal with Lord Sahel and make an impression until your minute... stay out of my way. I hope you're in a better mood for Sahel than I am, but you can't... can you? You can't say a word you don't have in mind for your son."
Asem looks up, as challenging as he used to be.
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When Yen swallowed the words, Asem looked at her husband with a gruesome gaze.
"Bye, Prince. I have business to attend to. Will you let me through?
When Asem laughed at her husband, she put Yen down and turned her foot to the royal palace again.
From one of the other letters, Asem's attitude has hardened.... I often feel suspicious of something.
When Yen shook off his gloomy mood and shared Sahel's vices with Nazil and the general, they were told, after all, to answer with a sigh and leave him alone.
That being said, there's no way I'm not asking you how you're doing any more than you've been nominated directly by Isfan.
When Yen turned his face and ordered the samurai to throw away the sweet-smelling incense, Sahel laughed in a tight, bare space.
"... you're going to mouth my bare line halfway through, as always. Your wife dreams comfortably of me...! My husband stops and my wife gives it to me with all sorts...... That we are a completely incompatible couple!
"You have no right to stop me, ma'am. However, if you could just hold off on the amount..."
As Yen advanced on the tannic side, Sahel laughed and drew Yen. I can press my white soft chest.
"If you make me dream, can I throw away all the incense?
"... play! I will not betray the chair fans because my life is in vain."
Sahel grinned and stroked Yen's cheek.
"Lie. You don't care about chair fans, do you? Simply...... I just don't want to sell myself. I'm so bitter, he wants help, he doesn't even want to help me. If it's just sympathy at the top, I don't need it."
Looking into Sahel's dark eyes... Yen was sorry, he bowed his head. Sahel laughs, twitching.
"Hey, Yen. You... you know why Asem's been cold on you lately?
"... what are you talking about?
Asem is angry because he received Yen's letter. Sahel flirted with knowing that Yen had received a letter from the Cardinal royalty, but it was different.
What Sahel said was something I would never have expected at all.
"Beautiful, Assem. Asem singing in the voice of an angel. Happy assem getting a beautiful husband and cute kids...... She's younger than Yen, isn't she? But..."
Sahel accidentally mouthed Yen.
She laughs when she puts on her body.
He said he was like a sister and a brother.
"... Huh?
Seriously stared at that mouth... slightly wrinkled.
I can't help it, because her head, her years are passing.
".................. hey yen. Since when?"
The woman laughed Ni with red lips.
Did you stop getting old?
Listening to the woman's laughter on her back, Yen retreated from her and jumped out of the office to escape.
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It was reported a month later that the selection of the new king had been completed.
Asem, who had frequent contact with Wang Du, gathered under Nazir and the generals, as well as other Isfans, to tell him that "the Governor will be back".
Everyone, be at ease...
But a few days later, the cheer instantly turned into an annoying cry.
Canaan was besieged by the army of the new king, and was told that if he did not surrender, he would perish; and all the Isfans in the castle were captured, and rolled into the halls of the royal palace.
... Someone would like to know that the Iss fans failed to support the new king.
When the neck was exposed, rumors rushed, saying, "No, my lord is trying to start over somewhere..."
Smiling and looking at the rolled men, Sahel dressed in a beautiful white long coat as if the bride were wrapped around her, lining up with Governor Kanan, who said the new king had entrusted her with it.
General Nazil looks at the man and groans.
Yen also looked up at the man as he crawled in despair......
Khalifa.
Once, Yen served and Isfan was the man who pursued the status.