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Merchant

Dragon-Releases

Pars Era, the year 321. June.

Intending to take Peshawar Fortress, Tūrān, a country of nomads, attacked.

Intending to take Peshawar Fortress, Turan, a country of nomads, attacked.

Arslan had been advancing his army to take back the Royal Capital,

but he turned back immediately and averted the crisis.

However, at this time...

...something unbelievable was happening at the Royal Capital.

Andragoras, the king being held captive, escaped under his own power...

...and took Guiscard hostage.

Do you mean to leave the Royal Capital of your own will?

Is that not what your Lusitanian army desires?

Stand down!

When next we meet,

let us vie for supremacy head-on astride our mounts.

Save him, you loyal knights of Lusitania!

Here is your emperor's younger brother!

Your Highness!

Just you wait, Ecbatana.

For the day when your true ruler comes

leading a vast army to take you back!

You useless fools.

What became of your great boast...

...that you would take all of Pars by the time the moon had waxed and waned?

Sir.

We beg your forgiveness.

Every general diligently performed their duties in battle, but...

The Parsian army is that strong?

No, by no means do I think they are strong.

I believe that if we fight them head-on, we will win, without fail.

Then, did you conduct the pillaging within the walls?

No...

The problem is,

those in the neighboring villages all fled into the fortress.

Then we will have no choice

but to use any means necessary to plunder the fortress.

Now that I have come, I promise to provide my subjects with suitable riches.

Pardon the intrusion.

What is it?

Lord Jimsa has returned from the enemy fortress.

What?!

I beg your pardon.

I found my chance to steal a horse and escaped.

The whole lot of those Parsians are extraordinary simpletons.

And who was the disgrace who'd gotten himself captured by that lot?

You had better have returned bearing a most impressive gift.

Yes, I will begin by presenting my report.

The Parsian army within Peshawar Fortress

is attempting to rendezvous with an ally of 10 thousand outside the walls.

What is this?

The Parsians were crowing that they were already at a distance of 20 farsangs to the southwest.

Is this true?

I heard it with my own ears.

So, they would catch us between even greater armies.

Cocky bastards!

Then we merely strike first.

Assemble the men!

That's...

A report, sir!

We have confirmed the Tūrānian army's royal standard!

We have confirmed the Turanian army's royal standard!

So, finally gracing us with his presence, eh?

Mm.

I am Tokhtomysh, King of Tūrān!

I am Tokhtomysh, King of Turan!

If you do not quietly concede defeat and surrender the fortress...

...I will turn this entire field into a bloody lake!

They sure are a hotheaded bunch.

Crude words the likes of those...

Hearing such things will do harm to His Highness's sensitive nature.

What are you going to do, Narsus?

I have a general idea of how they will move.

Ultimately, their goal is to pillage.

They're clear-cut, huh?

Tūrānians are honest.

Turanians are honest.

Not that being honest makes them good...

...but those who had grown weary of laying siege will likely...

Your Highness.

Some people have been dragged to the head of their army.

What?!

Hurry up and sit!

All is ready.

Army of Pars, sally forth and fight!

If you will not, I will show you that I do not make idle threats.

Do it.

Have mercy! No!

Plea—

The dastardly...

Is this the deed of choice of a man who considers himself a monarch?!

It is despicable, but one could say it is also conventional.

For Your Highness's kind nature has become known quite widely.

Your Highness!

Daryun, wait.

There are times when, instead of calculations,

one must follow one's heart.

What will he consider to be a part of ruling justly?

In this situation...

...we have no choice but to have His Highness do as he feels he must.

And besides...

A small matter such as this...

If we are incapable of overcoming it,

it means that this is as far as we go.

Your Highness!

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Merchant
Pars Era, the year 321. June.
Intending to take Peshawar Fortress, Tūrān, a country of nomads, attacked.
Arslan had been advancing his army to take back the Royal Capital,
but he turned back immediately and averted the crisis.
However, at this time...
...something unbelievable was happening at the Royal Capital.
Andragoras, the king being held captive, escaped under his own power...
...and took Guiscard hostage.
Do you mean to leave the Royal Capital of your own will?
Is that not what your Lusitanian army desires?
Stand down!
When next we meet,
let us vie for supremacy head-on astride our mounts.
Save him, you loyal knights of Lusitania!
Here is your emperor's younger brother!
Your Highness!
Just you wait, Ecbatana.
For the day when your true ruler comes
leading a vast army to take you back!
You useless fools.
What became of your great boast...
...that you would take all of Pars by the time the moon had waxed and waned?
Sir.
We beg your forgiveness.
Every general diligently performed their duties in battle, but...
The Parsian army is that strong?
No, by no means do I think they are strong.
I believe that if we fight them head-on, we will win, without fail.
Then, did you conduct the pillaging within the walls?
No...
The problem is,
those in the neighboring villages all fled into the fortress.
Then we will have no choice
but to use any means necessary to plunder the fortress.
Now that I have come, I promise to provide my subjects with suitable riches.
Pardon the intrusion.
What is it?
Lord Jimsa has returned from the enemy fortress.
What?!
I beg your pardon.
I found my chance to steal a horse and escaped.
The whole lot of those Parsians are extraordinary simpletons.
And who was the disgrace who'd gotten himself captured by that lot?
You had better have returned bearing a most impressive gift.
Yes, I will begin by presenting my report.
The Parsian army within Peshawar Fortress
is attempting to rendezvous with an ally of 10 thousand outside the walls.
What is this?
The Parsians were crowing that they were already at a distance of 20 farsangs to the southwest.
Is this true?
I heard it with my own ears.
So, they would catch us between even greater armies.
Cocky bastards!
Then we merely strike first.
Assemble the men!
That's...
A report, sir!
We have confirmed the Tūrānian army's royal standard!
So, finally gracing us with his presence, eh?
Mm.
I am Tokhtomysh, King of Tūrān!
If you do not quietly concede defeat and surrender the fortress...
...I will turn this entire field into a bloody lake!
They sure are a hotheaded bunch.
Crude words the likes of those...
Hearing such things will do harm to His Highness's sensitive nature.
What are you going to do, Narsus?
I have a general idea of how they will move.
Ultimately, their goal is to pillage.
They're clear-cut, huh?
Tūrānians are honest.
Not that being honest makes them good...
...but those who had grown weary of laying siege will likely...
Your Highness.
Some people have been dragged to the head of their army.
What?!
Hurry up and sit!
All is ready.
Army of Pars, sally forth and fight!
If you will not, I will show you that I do not make idle threats.
Do it.
Have mercy! No!
Plea—
The dastardly...
Is this the deed of choice of a man who considers himself a monarch?!
It is despicable, but one could say it is also conventional.
For Your Highness's kind nature has become known quite widely.
Your Highness!
Daryun, wait.
There are times when, instead of calculations,
one must follow one's heart.
What will he consider to be a part of ruling justly?
In this situation...
...we have no choice but to have His Highness do as he feels he must.
And besides...
A small matter such as this...
If we are incapable of overcoming it,
it means that this is as far as we go.
Your Highness!
So, you are Arslan?
Your Highness, please get back!
O King of Tūrān, I understand well and good.
That you are not a people who can be talked with to reach an understanding.
Killing those who have no will to fight is a shameful deed!
I will not acknowledge a man such as you as a king!
Then, what will you do?
O pitiful prince, who lost his country to savages?
Just you wait!
I will soon make you the previous monarch of your kingdom!
Open the gates!
Your Highness!
Your Highness.
Yes.
Yashasuiin!
Lord Jimsa.
As reported, we have found a band of men advancing in the cover of night.
Five amaj to our fore.
We have them now.
Take your positions!
Now!
Where are you, Tokhtomysh?!
Your Highness, do not race ahead too rashly.
Jaswant, my apologies.
I leave you to guard my back.
Yes, sir.
Since the battle at the Keep of Saint Emmanuel,
His Highness has grown wholly resolute.
Narsus, you were right. A small matter such as this...
...is one that we must be able to overcome.
Are you Lord Basmyl?!
Indeed, I am!
I am honored to be known by the famed Knight in Black.
I challenge you!
King Tokhtomysh!
Quietly dismount and grovel.
Do so, and I will put you in a cage and keep you for life.
Wha?!
A foe with no civility and no humanity
is no foe I intend to surrender to!
You are naïve!
Jaswant!
Your Highness!
Look away and you will stand no chance against me!
Your Highness!
Damn it!
Now, die, you wet-behind-the-ears fledgling!
Is that you, Gieve?!
Gieve!
Master Gieve!
Take that!
King Tokhtomysh!
I am fine!
Who is he?!
Gieve, you have done well to return!
It is kind of you to say so, Highness.
I thought it was perhaps time to return to your service,
and thus, I impertinently put myself forward.
I swear.
It is as though that scoundrel were waiting for the right moment.
I do nothing and I find myself showered with attention.
It seems that is the destiny I was born to.
You are known as Gieve?
I will have you know, I am no ordinary Gieve.
I have a proper title that goes "Messenger of Justice and Peace."
Foolish talk.
Not to your liking, is it?
In that case. I would not mind making it
"Love to Beautiful Women, Death to Ugly Men."
Kill him!
Farangis! Narsus!
Your Highness!
Daryun!
Now, King of Tūrān...
...regarding the flying columns that you so triumphantly dispatched.
I took the liberty of thoroughly turning the tables on them.
What did you say?!
It makes you think twice about being valiant.
You people were manipulated to act on false information.
In the darkness, swords clashed against swords.
Letting the thrill of the battle take them...
...the Tūrānians went into a frenzy.
Not knowing that this was Narsus's plot to pit them against their own,
they killed one another.
How could this be...
This was the Parsians' evil plot!
If two armies collide, believing from the outset that the other is the enemy...
...this is what happens.
So, he was completely taken in by the words he wanted to hear...
Curse that Jimsa.
No, your greatest error
was that you thinned the ranks of your main force for this.
Curse you!
Charge!
How do you like that?! That's my Narsus's strategy!
Jimsa and Boyra's flying columns were wiped out?!
Is this man named Narsus the Devil?
If we fall into a trap and then stand idly by, we will only be killed!
There is no path left but to tear a hole in the trap!
All generals, this is life or death!
Still going to keep fighting?
Curse you! We are the Conqueror of the Plains!
Your Majesty, we are at a disadvantage. Please fall back.
The Knight in Black!
I, Tarkhan, shall be your opponent!
Lord Tarkhan, is it?
Please leave this to me.
Here I come!
I go!
Masterfully done.
Fall back!
A retreat?!
Raise your voices in victory!
Your Highness...
...I beg of you to forgive me for having kept the plan from you.
That is fine...
...but you also anticipated that I would rush out there, did you not?
Yes.
Thanks to that, it was a success.
Please...
It is truly as he says.
You were unflinching and magnificent...
...Your Highness.
So, I... was being used...
Thus, the battle for Peshawar Fortress...
...came to a conclusion with Tūrān's retreat.
My Lord Cousin was looking for the treasured sword Rukhnabad?
Yes.
What was even more surprising
was that the Temple Knights, who came in from the flanks,
made off with the treasured sword.
What a terrible situation...
But you did well to return to us safe and sound.
Thank you, Gieve.
Please do not even mention is.
Getting away from the filthy battlefield, even if only for a while,
was, in fact, a good thing.
However, even so...
Just who is that man?!
Brazenly seating himself so close to Mistress Farangis!
Oh, he is the Marzbān Kubard.
He joined us at the battle for the Keep of Saint Emmanuel.
Mistress Farangis,
no matter how my absence may have left your heart empty,
if you allow a roguish man to get close to you to no purpose,
it will bring your dignity into question.
Why must I feel empty simply because you were absent?
Mistress Farangis, you have one flaw and one flaw only.
Hilmes and the Temple Knights, is it?
What do you think?
And that is that you are not honest with what is in your heart.
Yes, Prince Hilmes must be anxious and impatient.
So, he has finally turned to acquire the prestige of the treasured sword.
Wh-What are you...
Ilterish, y-you... Why?
Not only did you retreat, but now you wish to parley with them?!
It is unbecoming in the extreme as a warrior of Tūrān!
Our dead brethren will not be able to rest in peace like this!
Your Majesty, my late king!
The late king's power has been shattered by my sword!
If any of you have objections, come forward!
You all fought well.
We can now turn, once again, to the battle to take back the Royal Capital.
The man who distinguished himself this time...
...is Tūs.
Not those who defeated enemy generals, but I, sir?
I heard what you did.
Had your unit not taken great pains
to create evidence of the passage of a vast army...
...and made the enemy believe there was a force that never existed,
we would not have had this victory.
Your work was superb.
Sir, I am grateful that you would say so.
Huh.
Oh-ho.
His Majesty's conduct is truly magnificent.
It is precisely by highly praising those who have worked inconspicuously
that the soldiers will feel inspired.
It shows his caliber as a ruler.
Daryun, when it comes to His Highness,
you seem to be impressed by everything and anything.
Do you find that odd?
No.
A report, sir!
What is it?!
A carriage! A carriage bearing His Majesty is headed this way!
Lord Father, I am glad that you are safe and sound.
Ever since we parted ways at Atropatene.
I have ever been worried for your wellbeing.
I never imagined the king would make his escape himself...
I had thought that something was happening in the Royal Capital...
...but I never dreamed...
Is my Lady Mother in good health as well?
In Pars, the right to lead an army lies with one man, the king.
For another to violate the king's right is nothing short of high treason.
You are aware of this, Arslan?
Yes, Your Majesty.
With all due respect, Your Majesty,
it is Your Majesty yourself who made His Highness the crown prince.
It stands to reason that the crown prince should act as the king's proxy.
What crime is the crown prince guilty of?!
Lord Daryun, you are being insolent toward His Majesty, the King!
Restrain yourself.
Yes, sir.
Arslan, I hereby order you.
Assemble men anew in order to retake my lands.
You needn't return to your king until your men number 50 thousand!
That is effectively...
...being sent into exile!
Your Highness...
In other words, for Arslan...
...Andragoras stood in his way upon his path to realizing his ideals.
Next time, "Journey Horse, Sad and Solitary."
And thus, the boy would become king.

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Dragon-Releases
Pars Era, the year 321. June.
Intending to take Peshawar Fortress, Turan, a country of nomads, attacked.
Arslan had been advancing his army to take back the Royal Capital,
but he turned back immediately and averted the crisis.
However, at this time...
...something unbelievable was happening at the Royal Capital.
Andragoras, the king being held captive, escaped under his own power...
...and took Guiscard hostage.
Do you mean to leave the Royal Capital of your own will?
Is that not what your Lusitanian army desires?
Stand down!
When next we meet,
let us vie for supremacy head-on astride our mounts.
Save him, you loyal knights of Lusitania!
Here is your emperor's younger brother!
Your Highness!
Just you wait, Ecbatana.
For the day when your true ruler comes
leading a vast army to take you back!
You useless fools.
What became of your great boast...
...that you would take all of Pars by the time the moon had waxed and waned?
Sir.
We beg your forgiveness.
Every general diligently performed their duties in battle, but...
The Parsian army is that strong?
No, by no means do I think they are strong.
I believe that if we fight them head-on, we will win, without fail.
Then, did you conduct the pillaging within the walls?
No...
The problem is,
those in the neighboring villages all fled into the fortress.
Then we will have no choice
but to use any means necessary to plunder the fortress.
Now that I have come, I promise to provide my subjects with suitable riches.
Pardon the intrusion.
What is it?
Lord Jimsa has returned from the enemy fortress.
What?!
I beg your pardon.
I found my chance to steal a horse and escaped.
The whole lot of those Parsians are extraordinary simpletons.
And who was the disgrace who'd gotten himself captured by that lot?
You had better have returned bearing a most impressive gift.
Yes, I will begin by presenting my report.
The Parsian army within Peshawar Fortress
is attempting to rendezvous with an ally of 10 thousand outside the walls.
What is this?
The Parsians were crowing that they were already at a distance of 20 farsangs to the southwest.
Is this true?
I heard it with my own ears.
So, they would catch us between even greater armies.
Cocky bastards!
Then we merely strike first.
Assemble the men!
That's...
A report, sir!
We have confirmed the Turanian army's royal standard!
So, finally gracing us with his presence, eh?
Mm.
I am Tokhtomysh, King of Turan!
If you do not quietly concede defeat and surrender the fortress...
...I will turn this entire field into a bloody lake!
They sure are a hotheaded bunch.
Crude words the likes of those...
Hearing such things will do harm to His Highness's sensitive nature.
What are you going to do, Narsus?
I have a general idea of how they will move.
Ultimately, their goal is to pillage.
They're clear-cut, huh?
Turanians are honest.
Not that being honest makes them good...
...but those who had grown weary of laying siege will likely...
Your Highness.
Some people have been dragged to the head of their army.
What?!
Hurry up and sit!
All is ready.
Army of Pars, sally forth and fight!
If you will not, I will show you that I do not make idle threats.
Do it.
Have mercy! No!
Plea—
The dastardly...
Is this the deed of choice of a man who considers himself a monarch?!
It is despicable, but one could say it is also conventional.
For Your Highness's kind nature has become known quite widely.
Your Highness!
Daryun, wait.
There are times when, instead of calculations,
one must follow one's heart.
What will he consider to be a part of ruling justly?
In this situation...
...we have no choice but to have His Highness do as he feels he must.
And besides...
A small matter such as this...
If we are incapable of overcoming it,
it means that this is as far as we go.
Your Highness!
So, you are Arslan?
Your Highness, please get back!
O King of Turan, I understand well and good.
That you are not a people who can be talked with to reach an understanding.
Killing those who have no will to fight is a shameful deed!
I will not acknowledge a man such as you as a king!
Then, what will you do?
O pitiful prince, who lost his country to savages?
Just you wait!
I will soon make you the previous monarch of your kingdom!
Open the gates!
Your Highness!
Your Highness.
Yes.
Yashasuiin!
Lord Jimsa.
As reported, we have found a band of men advancing in the cover of night.
Five amaj to our fore.
We have them now.
Take your positions!
Now!
Where are you, Tokhtomysh?!
Your Highness, do not race ahead too rashly.
Jaswant, my apologies.
I leave you to guard my back.
Yes, sir.
Since the battle at the Keep of Saint Emmanuel,
His Highness has grown wholly resolute.
Narsus, you were right. A small matter such as this...
...is one that we must be able to overcome.
Are you Lord Basmyl?!
Indeed, I am!
I am honored to be known by the famed Knight in Black.
I challenge you!
King Tokhtomysh!
Quietly dismount and grovel.
Do so, and I will put you in a cage and keep you for life.
Wha?!
A foe with no civility and no humanity
is no foe I intend to surrender to!
You are naïve!
Jaswant!
Your Highness!
Look away and you will stand no chance against me!
Your Highness!
Damn it!
Now, die, you wet-behind-the-ears fledgling!
Is that you, Gieve?!
Gieve!
Master Gieve!
Take that!
King Tokhtomysh!
I am fine!
Who is he?!
Gieve, you have done well to return!
It is kind of you to say so, Highness.
I thought it was perhaps time to return to your service,
and thus, I impertinently put myself forward.
I swear.
It is as though that scoundrel were waiting for the right moment.
I do nothing and I find myself showered with attention.
It seems that is the destiny I was born to.
You are known as Gieve?
I will have you know, I am no ordinary Gieve.
I have a proper title that goes "Messenger of Justice and Peace."
Foolish talk.
Not to your liking, is it?
In that case. I would not mind making it
"Love to Beautiful Women, Death to Ugly Men."
Kill him!
Farangis! Narsus!
Your Highness!
Daryun!
Now, King of Turan...
...regarding the flying columns that you so triumphantly dispatched.
I took the liberty of thoroughly turning the tables on them.
What did you say?!
It makes you think twice about being valiant.
You people were manipulated to act on false information.
In the darkness, swords clashed against swords.
Letting the thrill of the battle take them...
...the Turanians went into a frenzy.
Not knowing that this was Narsus's plot to pit them against their own,
they killed one another.
How could this be...
This was the Parsians' evil plot!
If two armies collide, believing from the outset that the other is the enemy...
...this is what happens.
So, he was completely taken in by the words he wanted to hear...
Curse that Jimsa.
No, your greatest error
was that you thinned the ranks of your main force for this.
Curse you!
Charge!
How do you like that?! That's my Narsus's strategy!
Jimsa and Boyra's flying columns were wiped out?!
Is this man named Narsus the Devil?
If we fall into a trap and then stand idly by, we will only be killed!
There is no path left but to tear a hole in the trap!
All generals, this is life or death!
Still going to keep fighting?
Curse you! We are the Conqueror of the Plains!
Your Majesty, we are at a disadvantage. Please fall back.
The Knight in Black!
I, Tarkhan, shall be your opponent!
Lord Tarkhan, is it?
Please leave this to me.
Here I come!
I go!
Masterfully done.
Fall back!
A retreat?!
Raise your voices in victory!
Your Highness...
...I beg of you to forgive me for having kept the plan from you.
That is fine...
...but you also anticipated that I would rush out there, did you not?
Yes.
Thanks to that, it was a success.
Please...
It is truly as he says.
You were unflinching and magnificent...
...Your Highness.
So, I... was being used...
Thus, the battle for Peshawar Fortress...
...came to a conclusion with Turan's retreat.
My Lord Cousin was looking for the treasured sword Rukhnabad?
Yes.
What was even more surprising
was that the Temple Knights, who came in from the flanks,
made off with the treasured sword.
What a terrible situation...
But you did well to return to us safe and sound.
Thank you, Gieve.
Please do not even mention is.
Getting away from the filthy battlefield, even if only for a while,
was, in fact, a good thing.
However, even so...
Just who is that man?!
Brazenly seating himself so close to Mistress Farangis!
Oh, he is the Marzbān Kubard.
He joined us at the battle for the Keep of Saint Emmanuel.
Mistress Farangis,
no matter how my absence may have left your heart empty,
if you allow a roguish man to get close to you to no purpose,
it will bring your dignity into question.
Why must I feel empty simply because you were absent?
Mistress Farangis, you have one flaw and one flaw only.
Hilmes and the Temple Knights, is it?
What do you think?
And that is that you are not honest with what is in your heart.
Yes, Prince Hilmes must be anxious and impatient.
So, he has finally turned to acquire the prestige of the treasured sword.
Wh-What are you...
Ilterish, y-you... Why?
Not only did you retreat, but now you wish to parley with them?!
It is unbecoming in the extreme as a warrior of Turan!
Our dead brethren will not be able to rest in peace like this!
Your Majesty, my late king!
The late king's power has been shattered by my sword!
If any of you have objections, come forward!
You all fought well.
We can now turn, once again, to the battle to take back the Royal Capital.
The man who distinguished himself this time...
...is Tus.
Not those who defeated enemy generals, but I, sir?
I heard what you did.
Had your unit not taken great pains
to create evidence of the passage of a vast army...
...and made the enemy believe there was a force that never existed,
we would not have had this victory.
Your work was superb.
Sir, I am grateful that you would say so.
Huh.
Oh-ho.
His Majesty's conduct is truly magnificent.
It is precisely by highly praising those who have worked inconspicuously
that the soldiers will feel inspired.
It shows his caliber as a ruler.
Daryun, when it comes to His Highness,
you seem to be impressed by everything and anything.
Do you find that odd?
No.
A report, sir!
What is it?!
A carriage! A carriage bearing His Majesty is headed this way!
Lord Father, I am glad that you are safe and sound.
Ever since we parted ways at Atropatene.
I have ever been worried for your wellbeing.
I never imagined the king would make his escape himself...
I had thought that something was happening in the Royal Capital...
...but I never dreamed...
Is my Lady Mother in good health as well?
In Pars, the right to lead an army lies with one man, the king.
For another to violate the king's right is nothing short of high treason.
You are aware of this, Arslan?
Yes, Your Majesty.
With all due respect, Your Majesty,
it is Your Majesty yourself who made His Highness the crown prince.
It stands to reason that the crown prince should act as the king's proxy.
What crime is the crown prince guilty of?!
Lord Daryun, you are being insolent toward His Majesty, the King!
Restrain yourself.
Yes, sir.
Arslan, I hereby order you.
Assemble men anew in order to retake my lands.
You needn't return to your king until your men number 50 thousand!
That is effectively...
...being sent into exile!
Your Highness...
In other words, for Arslan...
...Andragoras stood in his way upon his path to realizing his ideals.
Next time, "Journey Horse, Sad and Solitary."
And thus, the boy would become king.