Hades, in response to Luhan’s plea, eventually struck the golden window frame with his fist, making a loud noise.

Ching, ching, the small bronze bells hanging on the window frame loudly rang with the impact, creating a noisy resonance.

Hades couldn’t admit it. His life had been a lifelong struggle to protect the noble bloodline of the sultan. Without atoning for it, his life had no purpose.

The insane dog, who thought of himself as a madman, was the one who, after straightening out all the dirty bloodlines threatening Luhan, crumbled like a large flame, thinking of nothing else.

“Why don’t you admit it? That you’ve fallen for her.”

“It’s none of your business!”

Hades shouted nervously, gritting his teeth. Then, as if contemplating, he spoke with a softened voice, as if he was about to say something several times.

“My obsession with her is nothing but my twisted possessiveness. I don’t want anyone to take away the beautiful gem that I discovered, picked up, personally crafted, and personally polished.”

Hades murmured as if he was talking to himself, not Luhan.

Yes, talking to animals and humans was truly a unique talent in the world.

How valuable and useful this talent was.

She was just a chess piece that looked useful and entertaining, and having ‘special feelings’ for her was impossible.

He was a madman who didn’t even deserve the qualification to have such ‘special feelings.’

“I don’t need a reason for a madman wanting a bone, Luhan.”

And most importantly, things were uncertain.

The relationship between Latifa and Hades was one-sided. Latifa never wanted to come to the desert in the first place, and Hades made her dependent on him because she had nowhere else to go.

That blue gem would always be an existence that Hades could let go of anytime.

He thought things were complicated just because he couldn’t let go, that’s what he believed.

Because Latifa, she clearly drew the line with Hades and showed that she would not cross it.

“If you continue, it will be even harder for you to give up Latifa.”

Luhan stared blankly out of the window.

“Just in case there’s a chance for me. Just in case she gets tired and leans on me even a little, it’s tough to endure every day. And when that opportunity comes, I’m afraid of losing my precious friend.”

At Luhan’s words, Hades, who seemed quite angry a while ago, now looked down with a somewhat softened gaze.

“Even so, you have no chance. She belongs to Caleb.”

“No. I have a chance. As long as you continue to treat Latifa as your intellectual property, I have plenty of chances.”

Luhan sharply cut off Hades’ words.

“Ah… the first-tier ownership of intellectual property.”

Hades, as if realizing it just now, brushed his bangs away faintly and muttered.

A Frau is intellectual property. Hades had already paid a considerable property tax on her.

Ching, ching.

With a slight breeze, the bronze bells hanging on the window frame began to make a pleasant sound.

“Hades, what would you say if I consider her necessary for me to become the sultan?”

In response to that statement, Hades looked at Luhan as if shocked.

“You’ve always been like that. I have a lot of talent, but I lack the serious determination to become a sultan.”

Yes, was Luhan’s aura of an emperor starting because of Latifa?

With a majestic voice, Luhan asked Hades.

“Hades. What if I need her to become a sultan?”

It was the first time that the once vulnerable Luhan openly revealed his greed.

Like a desert eagle, valiantly, like an ant spirit, relentlessly, like a ground squirrel, crouching, like a jackal pack, cunningly.
With the calm sharpness of a venomous snake and the charisma of a cobra, dominating opponents.

You clearly have the bloodline of the Desert Emperor.

Oh, Guardians.

Illuminate the Southern Cross brightly, and may it guide the lost traveler on the desert plain to walk the right path without wandering. Hades prayed silently, closing his eyes.

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“Ah, so you’re that child.”

In the deep recesses of the harem palace, within the most beautiful and grand palace of Iohta, Iohta sat gracefully with crossed legs, looking at a woman who kneeled before her.

“I am Amira, the youngest concubine of the Shadi dynasty. It’s an honor to be called, Your Highness Iohta.”

Amira, with her reddish-brown hair neatly adorned in a turquoise caftan, lifted her head, a large carved lily flower pinned in her hair.

“Oh, what a cute child. Hades is truly a man without luck!”

As the name Hades was mentioned, Amira bowed her head again, her enthusiasm dying down.

“Oh, dear. A sorrowful expression on such a beautiful face is not good. Lift your face, my dear.”

Amira lifted her head, but her expression remained lifeless.

Amira had been aware that Iohta and Hades did not get along well. So, until now, Amira, who had not even considered facing Iohta, thinking that she might somehow enter Hades’ ears, was different this time.

“I heard you have something to say about Hades’ matter…”

“I tried to… but… well, judging by your appearance, it seems you need more preparation.”