episode_0103

[Sultan, what does it say?]

[Shamir tells me not to touch that woman.]

The Sultan handed Shamir’s letter to Azrab.

[Uhm…]

Azrab stroked his beard and read Shamir’s letter.

[This is the first time I’ve seen him ask for something like this.]

[right? Did you know that Shamir is a guy who knows how to ask for favors like this?]

The Sultan laughed and took out the letter from Azrab.

[I’ll keep this and use it to tease him when he comes back. How dare you write a letter to your brother who is at war asking him to save a woman?]

[haha…]

Azrab looked at me with a kind smile.

‘Why are you laughing?’

Unlike the Sultan, who was relaxed by Shamir’s letter, I looked at the two in cold sweat.

‘What on earth did Shamir write?’

Since I didn’t know any Turkmenistan, I started to feel anxious.

‘Isn’t this going to get you kicked out…?’

The look in their eyes earlier was also unusual.

I thought that the elf I had captured would be dragged away and treated like a slave.

Once the anxious thoughts started, they grew bigger and bigger.

“Do you know who I am?”

I shook my head at his question.

I know he’s a high-ranking person, but I’m not sure how high he is.

Looking at the long hat, it looks like he’s a sultan…

“Sultan…?”

I took a stab at it just in case.

“Correct answer.”

He clapped dryly.

“Ugh… He really is a sultan…”

As expected, it seemed like he had met the right person.

‘Maybe I should have stabbed him a bit harder…’

I had so much regret that I had been forced to fly all the way here because I had been thrusting with all my might for no reason.

The Sultan came and squatted in front of me.

“Aside from the fact that I am the Sultan, where did Shamir’s letter come from?”

The Sultan waved the letter in front of me.

“Do you know Shamir?”

“Anyway, I know him well, he’s my half-brother.”

My thoughts seemed to stop for a moment at his words.

That Shamir is the Sultan’s half-brother…?

“Uh… um…”

I didn’t know what to say so my mouth couldn’t move properly.

“Seeing that he asks so earnestly, it doesn’t seem like we have a normal relationship…”

“We met several times through work…”

“We just met through work?”

“Yes, really, other than the fact that we met to sell elf slaves or that we met there when he opened a coffee shop, we didn’t really…”

“Ah, you captured that elf slave.”

The Sultan chuckled and stood up.

[Azrab, take this woman to my barracks.]

[All right.]

Azrab nodded at the Sultan’s command and approached me with the Janissaries.

“Uh… what is it? Where are you taking me?”

“I’m not dragging you into a rough place, so don’t resist.”

I nodded at the Sultan’s words.

The Janissary put his arm between my forearms and held me in place.

The side of my chest was pressed against their forearms.

However, rather than just grabbing me, it seemed as if he was deliberately pressing my chest with his forearm.

When I glared at the Janissaries, they were selling distant mountains, twitching their mustaches.

‘I think he did it on purpose…’

The Janissaries lifted me up from my knees.

[step! Please take it politely.]

[All right.]

Azrab nodded and dragged me away politely.

#

The Janissaries put me in a tent.

It was decorated quite lavishly, probably a tent for a high-ranking person.

There were only things I had seen for the first time, such as carpets made entirely from the skins of wild beasts and decorations made from the tail feathers of rare birds.

[I dragged it, but do I have to untie the rope?]

[Hmm… It’s a bit suspicious that he suddenly became obedient after going on a rampage for too long to be released…]

[Then should we just leave it alone? But I also feel a bit pitiful.]

[Pity?]

[Isn’t she a soft and gentle woman on the outside because her auror is so great?]

[Huh!]

Azrab snorted at the Janissary’s words.

[Didn’t you see our allies being wiped out when that bitch ran wild through the camp?]

[ah…]

[She seems to be no ordinary bitch, bewitching a man while being dragged away…]

Azrab gave me a very wary look.

‘What… why are you staring at me again?’

I pursed my lips and glared at Azrab in the same way.

[Ugh… I can’t do anything because she is Shamir’s favorite woman…]

Azrab, who was glaring at me, sighed and shook his head.

[Release the rope!]

[Do you really want to solve it?]

[He said earlier that he wanted to release him.]

[Ah… I understand.]

[Have a soldier with a gun wait inside the barracks. If you have a gun, you won’t be able to run wild.]

[All right.]

The Janissaries made me sit on a chair and untied the ropes that were binding me.

“Why are you releasing me?”

I smoothed my wrists.

[…]

But they didn’t say anything and just looked at me blankly.

Then he suddenly left the tent.

“What are you saying…”

I walked around the tent scratching my head.

I was sitting on a chair, stroking my legs, tapping my feather decorations, etc., trying to find a way to kill time until the sultan came.

“Ugh… I’m so frustrated.”

I felt like I was going crazy trying to do or say nothing only if we could communicate.

“Even if I want to get out, I can’t…”

They let me out here, so I tried to sneak out, but there were musketeers lined up outside the tent.

I wandered around the tent for a while and eventually lay down on the bed.

“Oh, it’s soft.”

I don’t know what it was made of, but it was so soft that I felt like my body was being sucked into the bed.

“The bed is really nice. It would be nice to have something like this at home too.”

I felt like I could sleep really well.

As I lay on the soft bed and noticed the patterns on the ceiling, it became noisy outside.

‘What’s going on?’

I got out of bed.

The moment I was about to stick my head out to check the situation outside the tent, a woman came into the tent.

[Mother Empress!]

[So this is the woman the Sultan caught?]

She had very white skin for a Turkic person.

[Well… just like that… I think he did a little worse than me. Still, it’s worth watching.]

She looked me up and down as if evaluating something.

I felt a little bad, but I decided to stay still because I thought the woman was also a high-ranking person.

[what is your name?]

“…?”

I looked blankly at the woman who came in front of me.

[Are you dumb? Why can’t I speak?]

“No, what do you mean…”

I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but when I saw him keep talking to me, I thought he was trying to harass me.

[mama.]

When the Janissaries tried to stop him, the Empress stretched out her hand.

[Well, seeing as he is wearing torn armor, he appears to be an enemy soldier captured during battle.]

She grabbed my chin and turned it around.

They lifted their lips to check their teeth, or swept their hair to check for head lice.

[Mama, that person is not here to do that.]

[No, wouldn’t you know it from the fact that the Sultan let you into his tent?]

[It’s not that I don’t know, but it seems a little different this time.]

[What’s different?]

[This is a woman related to Shamir.]

[What? Is it related to Shamir?]

The empress suddenly reacted sharply and glared at me.

‘What is it again this time…’

I sighed in frustration as sharp eyes fell on me again.

When I sighed, the Empress shouted something, but I closed my ears and stared blankly into space.

‘When will the sultan come…’

No, you don’t have to be the sultan, so I hope that someone who knows how to interpret can come.

#

[Well, there was also an empress.]

While the empress was grabbing for a while next to me, the sultan came into the tent.

[Empress, what were you doing?]

[Have you come, Sultan?]

The sharp attitude I saw was gone and the empress had suddenly become obedient.

[Hahaha! Empress, you weren’t just harassing me, right?]

[Ahaha… of course.]

The Empress smiled awkwardly and answered.

[I need to talk to that woman for a moment.]

[Should I make room for you…?]

[I don’t mind if you stay here, but you probably won’t understand, right?]

[I want to be by the Sultan’s side more, so I’ll just stay here.]

The Empress wrinkled her face slightly and moved slightly to the side.

The Sultan climbed onto the bed, lay on his side, and picked up a grape.

“It seems a bit difficult to release you right now.”

He said while chewing a grape.

‘Well… I guess so.’

Cardinal Rohan’s adopted daughter was taken prisoner, and even releasing her smoothly was problematic.

“So I have to take you with me, but it seems a bit dangerous to just let you out, so I’ll have you stay with my women for the time being.”

“You mean harem?”

I had heard that the Sultan of Turkiye had a place where he kept a lot of beautiful women, and that they had a lot of fun there.

“I guess I’ve heard of it before. Anyway, if you stay there, you can avoid strange guys approaching and your safety is guaranteed, so just follow me.”

“Umm…”

There was something uneasy about living in the sultan’s harem.

“Can’t I just use a small tent by myself?”

“Unfortunately, because there is war, there are no tents for guests.”

The Sultan shrugged his shoulders slyly.

“If you say you won’t touch it, put your hand on the Bible and swear.”

The Sultan picked up the Bible on the desk and showed it to me.