141 077. Hashashins and King Rahamma -1 Part One

I furrowed my brows.

Just before I could start grilling the Crown Imperial Prince regarding what he had been doing until now, Ruppel regained consciousness and climbed down from my shoulders, before plopping down on his butt on the ground.

He dazedly stared at White Olfolse before crying out, “F-father?!”

“Hey, it’s been a while, son. I see that you’re now a fully-grown young man!”

This father of ours… he was actually greeting us back with such a laid-back attitude. His response didn’t match a man who’s been missing for eleven years, but someone coming home from a business trip that lasted only about a month or so.

I was getting a pretty poor impression of White while staring at him. Even though it’s quite a bit of a stretch to call him my father, he was still this body’s biological father nonetheless.

While he was missing, this body’s mother and his wife, Yulisia, got murdered, then his son the First Imperial Prince, Luan, was inflicted with a deadly curse. The whole imperial palace got flipped on its head from the Vampires later, too.

Despite all these events, he didn’t even bother to show up in the palace once. I just couldn’t see this guy as a good father at all.

…War?

Only one army out there would even think about attacking an Aslan city like this.

I muttered, “Is it the Theocratic Empire?”

“No, I don’t think it’s them.” White walked up to my side and spoke up. “The drum sounds or the horns – none of those belong to our side.”

“Which means…?”

Tina followed me outside the fortress gate, and her ears began twitching. “This noise – it’s a military marching song sung by the Aslan army. Not only that…”

Her complexion grew deathly pale.

“…An army led by my father, King Rahamma.”

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She dazedly stared at the burning city.

It seemed that this King Rahamma fella was certifiably insane.

“This isn’t the right time to leisurely exchange casual banter, everyone!” Hans called out to us while pulling a carriage to our location. “I’ve prepared proof of identities. As I’m a merchant by trade, as long as we get outside the city and grease enough palms sufficiently while explaining our situation, then we can…”

“I don’t think that’s a good method, you know?”

White interjected, and I glanced at him.

“Rahamma is attacking one of his own cities, which can only mean that he’s already prepared to slaughter every person found in the city. Even with the identity of a merchant, it’s quite obvious that we’d be exposed to danger right away.”

I facepalmed at his observation. “Man, it’s one thing after another, isn’t it…”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t get away from here, though. There are two ways of escaping from this place.” White raised his index and middle fingers. “One is to hide somewhere. We hide and wait until they tire themselves out and an opening presents itself. Too bad, this option is next to impossible to pull off. As for the other option…”

He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.