Hades’s confident expression prompted Iota to secretly ask what he wanted.

“Come to think of it, General Hades seems to be in particularly good spirits today. Is there a reason you haven’t been able to attend the feasts lately?”

“There was a small problem, but it was solved well thanks to the palace doctor’s arrival. ‘Omar Shahal,’ a very useful man. Especially skilled in gynecology, he said he wanted to continue his studies but had no solid sponsorship, so it’s a little difficult. He also frequently visited the palace in front of the harem, have you heard the name?”

Iota thought for a moment, then answered Hades with a smile.

“A man skilled in gynecology, huh? My legs have been swelling up lately, so I should call him once. So, General Hades, don’t worry about him.”

“Yes, Iota. I will also pray to the desert guardians for your wish to come true.”

Iota smiled sweetly and gently shook her knee. Then the sultan, who had been sleeping on her knee, slowly woke up.

“I apologize for being late, but I pay my respects to the Sultan.”

Hades knelt before the sultan, who had just woken up, and paid his respects. Then he crawled over and sat beside him.

“Oh, yes, Hades. I’m finally seeing your face. I heard you were injured, is your body okay?”

The sultan, delighted to see a familiar face after so long, poured fruit wine for Hades with a golden cup.

“Yes. It’s thanks to the sultan’s concern and care. This Hades Caleb, I am grateful for the sultan’s favor in helping me conquer the empire.”

“I am the one who should thank you. I heard you led the Grand Bazaar splendidly. You brought back many rare and curious spoils as well!”

“I simply did what needed to be done.”

“Hades Caleb Ignite. I will bestow upon you fifteen wagons of gold bars, along with three barrels of fruit wine marked with the seal of the Basilii dynasty, and twenty pigs, so don’t feel bad about missing the palace feast, and hold a new feast at Caleb’s private land.”

When the sultan clapped and bestowed the grand prize, Hades knelt again and thanked him politely.

And he laid the groundwork to grant Iota’s request.

“Unending glory to the Sultan. May the desert guardians bless you. Are you pleased with the spoils? I particularly paid attention to the golden princess dedicated to the Basilii dynasty.”

“Yes. She was indeed beautiful! Pale skin, golden hair like waves. If it weren’t for her, I would have had her in my harem[dash].”

At the sultan’s words, Iota slightly furrowed her brow, and Hades quickly interrupted him.

“That captive princess was specially won over for Prince Luhan.”

Luhan, who was next to them, looked at Hades in surprise. But Hades continued leisurely.

“Since Prince Luhan and the princess are of similar age, I thought they might be a good match……. Oops! Did the sultan think of putting her in the harem?! Hahaha! That’s unlikely! The princess is of the same age as Prince Luhan.”

Whether the sultan understood Hades’s meaning, ‘How old are you to want to do such a thing with a child?’ he coughed awkwardly and mumbled.

“That……. I, that……. I thought so too, but since she was royalty, it seemed inappropriate to make her a servant doing rough work……. she won’t be able to speak the language either.”

At that, Hades sparkled his black eyes and came up with a clever plan.
“Then how about taking her in as a maid of Iota here? It will be much easier than serving Prince Luhan, and it will also enhance the prestige of the Grand Bazaar. It looks much more respectable than keeping a young concubine.”

“A good idea! I won’t be bored if a foreign maid comes in.”

Iota quickly interjected his words.

“That’s right. So… that’s true… hmm… should we… do that…?”

The Sultan sought help from those around him, but it was in vain.

No matter how wise a Sultan with a hundred years of cunning he may be, he couldn’t overcome the combined attack prepared in advance by the mad dog of the Grand Bazaar and the mistress of the harem.

“Sigh…”

Latifa Glaesia’s delightful sigh spread lazily in the humid air, accompanied by white steam and a fragrant herb scent.

“Whew…”

Lying on the marble altar, she took a sip of the sweet and cool tea, and let out another drawnout sigh.

It was truly strange and wonderful how the whole body could relax and feel fatigued just by inhaling the steam flowing from the side.

The marble was still hot, but the body had already perfectly adapted.

“The sauna. It’s really nice…”

Yanan and other maids also climbed onto the hot marble altar, lying down next to Latifa, each in a comfortable position, sipping tea or chatting.

“Right? It’s nice that we can use this place again. There hasn’t been a mistress in Caleb’s property for a long time, so we only reopened this hamam today. You being here benefits us too.”

Yanan explained, wiping sweat with a scented towel.

“Wiping the sweat produced by the steam with water and massaging is our way of bathing. You’ve learned the desert language; how can you not know about the hamam?”

“It wasn’t in the book… Ah… My body is melting.”