Her father and mother rushed in at the maidens’ call, finding Amira rolling on the floor, screaming and crying.

“Our daughter! What on earth is happening! Huh?”

“Father, mother! It’s my coming-of-age ceremony…! My coming-of-age ceremony! It’s ruined! That woman ruined everything!”

Amira cried, nestled in their arms, shedding transparent tears as if they were pearls.

“Oh, my dear. Your coming-of-age ceremony is perfectly prepared and ready without the slightest error.”

Although her mother tried to comfort her, Amira shouted with anger.

“Hades won’t be present! If Hades doesn’t come, I don’t want anything! Uueeong!”

“No! In Caleb, it was clearly stated that the general could attend as soon as he arrived in Grand Bazaar. There’s no way I didn’t get a definite answer as the first thing I checked!”

Her father, Shadi Dai-in, asked the maidens in bewilderment what had happened.

Then, one of the maidens, with a bowed head and a trembling voice, spoke.

“A while ago, from Caleb, he sent a consolation gift, saying that he might not be able to attend the lady’s coming-of-age ceremony. We personally looked into it and found out that there is talk in Caleb that on the same day as the lady, the general’s Frau opens a coming-of-age ceremony…”

“Father! That woman is just a slave from a fallen country! Performing a coming-of-age ceremony?! This is a matter that even the desert gods would denounce!”

Her parents’ faces turned pale, and she continued to cry loudly.

“I won’t leave that woman alone! Never! I will never let her open the coming-of-age ceremony!”

Amira’s exclamation echoed loudly.

“May the protection of the desert god be with the prince.”

Hades knelt, giving his respects, to Luhann, who managed the spice market office.

“Hades. Your face has brightened. Is Latifa doing well?”

Luhann smiled sarcastically as he accepted his greetings, and Hades immediately stood up and had him sit on the sofa of the guest seat.
“If your father hadn’t been capricious, your face could have unfolded earlier.”

Hades laughed heartily, sat down on the opposite side of Luhann, and soon gestured for Irgos to sit down with a disdainful expression.

“There’s a rumor that the Pig Princess admires you and will soon enter the royal family as a daughter-in-law. So now, Irgos, it seems you should also pay your respects.”

“General Hades! The princess is just now entering Madrasa!”

“Where’s my precious sister? No way.”

Luhann chuckled, burying his back in the sofa.

“I also have no intention of welcoming Princess Asti!”

“Why? Is it because she’s chubby? Look at this guy. Ridiculing the Basilie dynasty just because of appearances. Luhann, let’s just watch.”

“Oh. Irgos. Were you also a man deceived by appearances?”

Luhann and Hades, seemingly not for a day or two, mercilessly teased Irgos.

“Prince Luhann! General Hades!”

Hades and Luhann laughed heartily, looking at the bewildered Irgos.

After Hades returned from the empire’s expedition, it was a rare moment of camaraderie.

Behind them, there was a clamor of merchants performing street acts, and the noise of cargo wagons wandering around in the perfume market was at its peak.

Although Hades was a general, a soldier, his main source of income was the rent and transaction fees of the market, thanks to the peculiarity of the Grand Bazaar soldiers.

The Basilie dynasty entrusted the market area to those who contributed to the Grand Bazaar, allowing them to collect rent and fees as a token of gratitude. Among them, the spice market was a large area that Caleb had occupied since long ago.

Although Hades took charge of managing the livestock market, it was a newly assigned area received upon obtaining the Ignite title. However, Caleb’s emotional hometown was closer to the spice market.

“By the way, Hades. There seems to be a little problem.”

After enjoying the conversation for a while, Luhann suddenly added weight to his words, clasped his fingers, and lowered his head forward.

Hades, sipping fruit wine from a small golden cup, nonchalantly replied.

“There’s nothing more problematic than that mint tea. How can you drink that strange thing every day?”

Irgos, who was beside Luhann, nodded quietly in agreement with Hades’ words.

“Mint is a sacred herb. Latifa also liked mint tea. If mint tea is strange, why do all cafes in the Grand Bazaar sell mint tea? That means mint tea is not only delicious but also marketable.”

Luhann complained a bit, shook his head as if to say it wasn’t that, and quietly conveyed to Hades.

“Hades. Tarak received a strange complaint yesterday, and it turns out it was submitted by Shadi Shanghui, so we can’t ignore it.”

“Shadi Dai-in? And the complaint went to Tarak, not you? If a large spice market owner like Shadi Dai-in made a complaint, it should have been sent to me, your close friend, to resolve it smoothly, but why did it go to Tarak?”

“It’s not Shadi Dai-in. Shadi’s disciples wrote the complaint and directly pointed out Tarak as the administrative official.”

Shadi’s disciples referred to the three sons who assisted Shadi Dai-in in managing the market.

“So, why are they barking? Hades, have you been deceived by appearances, mocking the Basilie dynasty’s restrained appearance? Luhann, just wait and see.”

“Oh, Irgos. Were you also a man deceived by appearances?”

Luhann and Hades, seemingly not for a day or two, mercilessly teased Irgos.

“Prince Luhann! General Hades!”

Hades and Luhann laughed heartily, looking at the bewildered Irgos.
It was a cautionary message, implying that they could draw their swords again and rush towards them if necessary.

“Is it fitting for the prisoners of the fallen nation to conduct a desert initiation?”