Canaan was generally at peace even as he welcomed his new master.
Isfans of the former lord died in a riot in the king's capital during the fall of the previous king (although no one has seen the body), and the rioting royalty was also slaughtered on the spot, he said.
What a western-style throne painted on blood, one of the sideline royalty was to sit.
It's only been a few months.
It was Khalifa, a bloodline close to the new king, who was entrusted by the new king to Governor Kanan.
Khalifa is tyrannical, a ruthless and ugly man, but excellent in his ability to govern.
In addition, there is no question of obedience to a human being whose position is higher than that of himself.
"My beloved husband, Isfan, is dead. So all his legacy belongs to me, his wife."
When Khalifa arrived in Canaan, Sahel said away.
When he glances at the bellies of his husband rolled on the floor, he breaks the rope, commands him cold, and then commands them not to move there, nor under his own, he recommends to Khalifa a chair, and the daughter of the king of the earlier generations declares himself insolent.
She's a little different in this country where women usually have no power whatsoever.
I am a direct royalty, so I can take up my public position, and I have been promised a lifelong position thanks to my defeated father.
Having a vote to choose a new king, she sent a messenger to a meeting to select a new king after the fall of the previous king and voted for his reign.
In other words, the king also has enough money to ignore, thanks to the legacy left by his father, who was drowning in her?
As the new king, he felt beneficial, including the financial aspects of Sahel, and ordered Khalifa to take care of her.
"My husband's legacy is mine. Therefore Khalifa, do not harm any man that is in Canaan.... how, you don't have to care. Can you protect that?
"Of course you are, beautiful man"
"I can officially be your wife, but I don't need that kind of compliment. I'm not gonna be a real couple with you at all."
Khalifa sniffles for a moment.
He is a brilliant man, but his eyes are thin with eagle nose and his appearance is ugly.
So in that sense... I guess you thought Sahel refused.
But Sahel denied the obvious and the misunderstanding.
"Even if it's not you, I'm already a man of chastisement. I can sleep better in the bosom of a soft goddess.... Oh, so you can't even bring my samurai into the bedroom. 'Cause they're my particularly precious possessions."
Khalifa seems to have faced a boulder in his confession of vice, but he swallowed a lot of things, and I guess that's it.
The couple do not collide, nor do the former subordinates of the Isfans, who are unadulterated......, are generally becoming familiar with the new monarchs.
On the surface, we are talking about.
"Kaka-sama, give me the red fruit in your hand.
One so-so bright red fruit
More than one, more than two, more than two...
Often, not a single one... "
In a quiet residential mansion high among the Canaans, the beautiful woman was singing a song as she hugged her daughter.
Lullaby.
Asem sings as she combs her daughter's dark hair, which has finally begun to utter words here.
My daughter is an adorable child.
Did you draw the blood of your paternal grandmother dark, loose dark hair, smooth brown skin.
Asem thought he was lucky to live in this country with what only Westerners can see, and beautiful looks.
Undoubtedly, the green eyes mixed with gold that only look up with affection are like cats and unwittingly want to hog and hug them.
If you cry at night and the samurai is in trouble, Asem Mizu will hold you and walk you through the mansion. I walk for over an hour and finally sleep, but even where I take such a hand, it's pathetic, loving.
"Aslan slept right away," my husband grins bitterly at his daughter, "but Asem was more of a jerk because her daughter takes her hand than her perfect son with white skin......
My mother didn't love me.
That's why I love this girl the way I wanted her to.
I lay my daughter to sleep and open a letter that had been left on the side table in my daughter's room.
It's a letter written by a woman called Malaya. I really kept it without burning it.
Asem was thinking about the woman who wrote it as she checked her handwriting with her fingers through Cardinian written in streamlined letters.
Yen's blood, Cardina's royal family, a woman with an anomaly.
Serving God, past the lady's platter. Beautiful woman.
(My dear brother, may we meet again someday)
Finger the end of the letter.
Many times.
Yen wouldn't know, but Asem remembered Cardinian reading and writing after coming to the West.
Know the letters...... and read (...) meh (...) i (...) f (...) li (...) if (...) if (...), (...) set (...) meh (...) et (...) if (...) ru (...) emotion (...) news (...) to (...) 2 (...) times (...), (...) to (...) 3 (...) times (...). (...)
Khalifa, who became the new governor, was also fair to Yen.
Sahel had no choice.
But I know that one day that equilibrium will fall apart, etc.
Sahel put her daughter to bed......, looking at the ceiling.
Khalifa also invited his family at a banquet that invited Sahel's men to show them by accepting that they were in his own body.
Of course, as much as we don't mean it, we all know.
Yen and Asem were also called to his seat to pledge allegiance.
Asem noticed when he gave Yen his head bowed, a cold gaze with laughter, and Sahel was smiling silently.
Nazil, Yen's colleague, would have noticed as well, and highly calculated he would think about distance from Yen from now on, Asem thought.
Khalifa behaves in a good mood for the children she brings, and her son is innocently happy to say, "Thank you, Governor."
When Khalifa pretended to be drunk and stroked her daughter's head and whined in a sticky voice that she was looking forward to the future.
Coming to Asem's chest was a relief, but it was disgust and anger that dwelt in Yen's eyes.
Asem smiled, speaking to her husband, without speaking up.
To those of us who are powerless, such as to live in the eyes of the powerful, we cannot.
If my daughter is a little older and could possibly buy Khalifa's hospitality, and that would buy the life of the whole family......, you should cry and rejoice and lick the shoes of the ugly man in front of you.
Although.
My dear, you will never, ever be able to do that.
(... assem, assem, beautiful bird)
When Yen took his seat off. Khalifa whispered in the same voice as she whispered goodwill with Aslan on her knees.
Picking his son's golden hair, he very naturally removed a short knife from his nose and cut Aslan's hair in a room.
(You are as beautiful as ever. What about my son's honeyed hair... you give in? Is that his? I'm terribly sorry the pavilion owner is fine)
You speak of deflection, Master Khalifa. I already have two children.
A thread of gold falls in front of me.
His son opened his eyes wide and stifled his body.
(... if it's a girl's child, it's cute. Besides, dragon tribe mixing is...... useful. You can always count on me)
Well! A gentle thing.
Finishing the conversation with fluffy comfort, Assem thinks about it, ever since.
I comforted my daughter's cheeks with my fingers and wanted to cry over their softness.
"More than one, two, more than two...
Put your nails on your own arms, lullabies, and mumble.
"Yeah, yeah. Yeah, a lot better. Much more than nothing, I'm sure it is. But I can't have four."
Squatting, Asem drops his gaze on the letter again.
... Malayan letters are streamlined, perfect and.
Therefore... it will be easy to remember the handwriting.
Next to Asem, who reads the letter to eat in, her little daughter stood up to sleep easily.
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Acting Governor, Sahel, who had earned the name, was entertaining a messenger from Cardina.
She's a beautiful woman with red hair.
The woman, who said she was a Cardina cleric, had come to wish Canaan a base in Cardina for friendship between the two countries.
I want you to build a church and let me worship the God of Cardina there, because taxes pay in words.
Sahel made a lazy request, and the meeting, as if it were an elegant tea party, ended in a relatively short time.
Sahel, who dropped off the woman, sighs and invites two long men standing on the wall.
Yen and the other one who works as a Sahel escort, a dark-haired young man with Khalifa's breath, whispers in his ear to sweeten him when he narrows his eyes like a cat and attracts a dark-haired man.
"I'm thirsty, so make some tea. You're pretty good at making tea. Unlike the puppet there."
The man, whose lips were quickly stolen and his cheeks slightly dyed by Zhu, gives Yen a proud look and heads to the cook.
Yen glanced at Sahel because he could no longer see the youth.
"... Didn't the man already say it was punishment or something?
"Shut up about the puppet."
Sahel laughed with Nico as he put on his cheek wand, continuing in Cardinian.
"I hate men, except for virginity. 'Cause it's cute, isn't it? You can make me tea with one mouthful! I enjoy the fact that a woman of noble stature, whose master (Khalifa) cannot touch her hands, is only kind to herself. I guess it's filled with a sense of superiority."
I was stunned by the laughing sahel, but I glanced at him when I noticed the scent of the incense furnace was getting stronger.
... strong drugs, strong sedatives.
I think it's a bad habit, but Sahel had a terrible headache and couldn't breathe properly without this, I was foolish.
"Cleric Lydia... said she was the maid of that beautiful Vaza woman.... Shall I introduce him? I'm sure he likes blonde hair and blue eyes like you, and he likes dragon tribe mixing. Vaza fanatics who deceive the dragon descendants."
"If my skin is white, it may fade. Because the Cardinians prefer white skin."
Especially the temple officials.
When Yen was pale, Sahel narrowed her eyes and threw a round piece of paper over Yen's forehead. When expanded, Lydia's contact information is indicated in Cardinian.
"I'll let you know once I've kindly heard about Malaya Bayesia's residence. Remember?"
"Yes."
Sahel lights and burns when he takes up a piece of paper.
"You should make it one of your escape options. I don't know if I can get used to it... but I would rely on the Dragon Clan to escape to North Mountain without believing in Vaza.... If my consciousness stays a little longer, I could have played with you some more, but I'm not feeling well, and I can mix poison in my diet... I'm not sure. The Isfan guy hasn't been back in six months. I wonder if I should think he's dead on a boulder."
When Yen saw the woman who told him about the noise, Sahel laughed with a smile on her shoulder.
"What Khalifa will always make me like.... six months, you'd better be patient. When I went to determine my brother's trail, I promised him a chair fan. Whatever happens to him, I'll keep Canaan at peace for six months, and then you can do whatever you want.... IsFans aren't coming home."
"... do you think that one will live?
Ask by diving your voice.
"I don't know. I guess he just got killed. Something that hasn't had a tone out for six months.... Khalifa will fit in when he wants to annihilate Isfan's men, so you better run before I do. Sticky Khalifa doesn't like a man with a good face to make..."
Knock, knock, and Sahel laughs.
"Even a man so smart can't escape inferiority. That I'm really not free!
Rub a little coughed up Sahel's back and give him some white water.
Sahel took it very seriously and sank herself into the bench.
"Yen, I think you're stupider and more crippled than Khalifa. I wish I lived easy and easy and flowed well. You can't kill yourself. So... we're gonna lose a lot of stuff."
"Do not make ominous prophecies, Master Sahel..."
"Old fashioned short woman bullshit, listen to me."
"I'll live long, I'm sure"
Sahel stared at the ceiling with her blurred focus eyes.
"I guess I can't, I'm afraid to die, but I'm much scarier to be alive. I had no choice but to live without him because I had a chair fan, but the world is boring without him."
... Sahel got up on one knee and bit a short, chopped nail.
That's an odd couple, I think.
Like we don't seem to be interested in each other......, like we hate each other. Like I trust you.
"... are you lonely"
After he said it, Yen thought he asked a dumb question.
Couscous and Sahel rocked their shoulders.
"I won't tell you"
"... ha"
Sahel continued in Cardinian, smiling at the returning youth.
"Well, if you survive and I die. If you ever see a chair fan, give him a message. It was a lot of fun, because it was bad, but I didn't really reflect on it."
Sahel smiled and let the youth brew tea, smiling like a cat and recommending tea to the youth who still remained young.
He joyfully puts his mouth on the cup of aromatic standing with the warmth of his mistress.
"Damn... Ugh... Gu"
... While three sips and not drinking, the young man scratches his throat and falls to the floor,
A samurai screamed in a golden cut, and the room happened to be wrapped in an annoying cry. Taking the pulse of the young man and Yen shook his head, Sahel groaned and laid his forehead on his knee, feeling sorry for him.
"Sounds like we don't have much time, me and you"
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Yen picked an unpopular path to go home and asked softly about the house without even telling him that he had returned home.
In the living room, Aslan spreads a large map and loads it enthusiastically.
"... Aslan, what are you writing?
"Look, Mother. The name of Tice's big city! It would be amazing, it's all based on the names of old kings, princesses and great people!
"Well, where did you learn that?"
"It was in your book that Master Nazil gave me!
"... Aslan is a really smart kid"
Yen looked out of the darkness at his wife and son, who indulged in the bright living room.
... Aslan is smart. And I don't look like a Westerner.
... myself, even if I can't.
Can we not let that wise, futuristic child decay in this land, and take him to Cardina?
... Can't we entrust it to Malaya? Can't we hide and live in the North Mountains?
Can't I let my son walk the path that I once could not choose?
Slowly, than waiting for death in this place.
When I recreate my smile and call Aslan's name as if I had just left, the kids jump with their eyes shining.
Yen took charge of his son with a laugh.
Asem laughs at it couscous and stills his parents and children.
Yen listened softly as he mouthed his wife's forehead.
"Assem"
"What's going on? Look scared."
"... pack your bags a little bit, North Mountain or Cardina? Let's run, the four of us."
Asem lost his expression for a moment... then shook his voice.
"... you should swear your sincere allegiance to Master Khalifa and stay here. This is our home."
"I can't do that. He'll kill me. You can't live here with four of us."
Yen says, Asem stares at her husband with a crying face and slowly closes his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no more membrane of tears.
I sighed and gently returned to the back room, offering Yen a brand new letter.
The letter, without the sender's name on it, was the handwriting of a nostalgic Malaya Bayesian.
"... it arrived for you. Just a little, I can read..., does it say come to Cardina?
"Oh."
Yen exhaled remembering the contents.
"... you believe that letter?
"Malaya is my family. Don't worry about it. I'm sure it won't be bad. Better than being here."
Yen sighs and sits in his chair.
Asem laughed and pulled into the cook. I hold up Aslan looking up with anxious eyes, small and small, singing.
"Give me the red fruit you have in your hand.
One so-so bright red fruit
More than one, more than two, more than two...
Often, not a single one... "
"Yikes, mundane"
"Murino."