"ah......"
"ah!"
Fadhil's fingertips trembled slightly, and the letter in his hand slipped silently.
An indescribable pain burst out from deep in his chest, running through his body like lightning, instantly depriving him of the strength to stand.
His body was almost reaching its limit, and now he was even more furious because of the contents of the letter.
"His Majesty!"
The defending general cried out in alarm, and saw Fadeel leaning forward, swaying.
After a dizzying moment, Fadhil fell to his knees, barely supporting his body with his right hand, covering his chest with his left hand, and gasping for breath.
The soldiers swarmed over him, their faces filled with panic and confusion.
"Quick! Quick! Bring some water!"
The defending general gave a stern order while squatting down, holding Fadil's back with one hand and gently lifting his chin with the other hand so that his head tilted back.
A young soldier ran over and returned a moment later with a leather bag of water.
Just as the general was about to take the water bag, Fadhil's body suddenly shook and a suppressed cough came from deep in his throat.
"Wow--"
A mouthful of blood spurted out of Fadhil's mouth.
A dark red arc fell heavily to the ground, splashing blood.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
"You can't fall down!"
The general's voice was filled with anxiety, and the soldiers were in turmoil.
Fadhil lowered his head, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth and dripping onto his luxurious, sweat-stained robe.
His breathing became extremely rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows.
"Your Majesty! What is the matter with you? What is written in the letter?"
The defending general asked with concern, and his rough hands gently patted Fadil's back, hoping to ease his pain.
"Letter...letter..."
Fadhil struggled to squeeze out a few words, his voice so hoarse that it barely sounded human.
Several soldiers quickly picked up the fallen letter and passed it to the general.
The general glanced at the contents of the letter quickly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face immediately became distorted with anger.
"Oh shit!"
"These vicious thieves!"
He cursed under his breath and turned to Fadhil.
"Your Majesty! Please cheer up! You haven't had a good rest for several days. The doctor has warned you not to overwork, let alone get too excited!"
"Come on! You are the King of Arabia now!"
"Don't tell me! Are you going to abandon us all?!"
Fadhil did not answer, but just gasped violently.
His lips had lost their color, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead and rolled down his cheeks.
"Quick! Help me lift him up!"
The general called two soldiers, and the three of them worked together to half-lift and half-carry Fadil up and let him sit down against the city wall.
Fadhil slowly raised his head and looked at the darkness in the distance with a distracted gaze.
In the moonlight, his face was completely pale, with only barely perceptible tears glimmering in the corners of his eyes.
"It's me...it's all my fault..."
He muttered to himself, as if his soul had been taken away.
"I thought I could be like my brother, planning strategies and winning battles from thousands of miles away..."
"But it turns out that I'm nothing..."
He grabbed the general's arm with great force.
"Those two ministers were killed by me!"
"They trusted me and carried out my orders, but... they were brutally murdered!"
"Their families, wives, children...will never forgive me!"
"Me! I can't do it, I can't command!"
"I really don't understand how my brother can sleep peacefully in this position!"
"Could it be that his illness is actually related to this..."
Fadhil said, his head hanging low.
"I close my eyes and see only the dark future of Damascus..."
"Without my brother and His Majesty Saladin, what should we do?"
Tears rolled down his cheeks and landed on his bloodstained collar, leaving dark circles of marks.
Except for the general, fear appeared in the eyes of the surrounding soldiers.
The one who said this was their current king.
"We are surrounded, and our messengers may have been killed!"
"My brother's body is in danger too! And me! Me!"
“But I can’t do anything…”
He raised his head at this time and looked into the eyes of the soldiers.
"To order you to fight is to order you to die."
"I can't bear this kind of pressure anymore... I would rather be the first one to die in Damascus under orders..."
"I can't stand it anymore..."
His voice choked and he could no longer utter complete words. He could only close his eyes in pain, two lines of hot tears flowing silently.
The guard felt sad and moved when he saw Fadhil, who was usually wise and calm, collapse.
Fadhil.
Saladin's most trusted confidant, a true patriot who put national responsibility above personal safety.
"His Majesty!"
The guard slowly knelt down, touching the ground with one knee, his posture as pious as if facing a god.
"I know you are under incredible pressure, but please believe that no one will blame you!"
"We have followed His Majesty Saladin for many years and have witnessed countless scenes. We have long since put life and death aside."
"Every time we were in despair, it was His Majesty Saladin's courage and wisdom that led us through the difficulties."
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