Fadhil, Saladin's most trusted minister, was sitting behind a desk, his eyes red and swollen, with heavy dark circles under them.
The same was true for several other ministers present. They all looked pale and sat in the corner without saying a word. Some were even sobbing silently.
"Fa...Lord Fadil?"
The captain stammered, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Excuse me, where is His Majesty Saladin?"
"I...I have completed the mission entrusted by His Majesty and returned, bringing back aid from Holy Egypt and greetings from the Holy Pharaoh!"
"Me! I need to report to His Majesty Saladin personally!"
Halfway through his speech, his voice began to choke noticeably.
Fadhil raised his head and tears immediately welled up in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out and he could only sob silently.
The captain suddenly fell to his knees, supporting himself with his hands, his body shaking constantly.
He knew exactly what that meant.
The whole room was plunged into an eerie silence, with only his own sobs echoing.
At this time, the regiment commander got on all fours and crawled forward like a wounded beast.
“No! No way!!”
"I want to tell Your Majesty in person how correct his decision was and how far-sighted he is! How much the Holy Pharaoh respects him and regards him as his only true confidant!"
"Your Majesty Saladin! Your Majesty Saladin!"
He stumbled across the room, knocking over two chairs but not caring at all.
There was only one thought in his mind.
That was to meet Saladin and report to him on the successful diplomatic mission.
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