The cowardice of the Sandfolk had been a deeply ingrained impression among the Crescent People for thousands of years.
Other than the Sandfolk in the Southern Domain, who still retained some ancient traditions and fighting spirit, most of the Sandfolk within the kingdom had been tamed into livestock through prolonged enslavement.
Although small-scale slave uprisings often broke out in various places, every investigation revealed agitators behind them.
Without outside interference, those Sandfolk simply had no idea what resistance even was.
Shaking his head, Prince Ayub began to worry again.
The feeling of the enemy lurking in the dark while he stood exposed made him deeply uncomfortable.
"Inform Bey Asra of Dusk Sand Great City and order him to mobilize troops immediately to suppress the unrest."
Asra was the Bey of Dusk Sand Province, roughly equivalent to a Marquis in the other kingdoms.
Prince Ayub controlled the rapid communication channels of the Crescent Moon Cult and the Desert Hermit Society. When necessary, his orders could even arrive faster than the local intelligence departments.
After receiving his instructions, his personal guard immediately bowed and withdrew to relay the order.
Prince Ayub sat back down in his chair and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He felt that he had fallen into a mental trap.
"Why should I be afraid?"
"My troops are elite and numerous, and my cities are tall and impregnable..."
"With a single order, I can mobilize an army numbering in the millions!"
"So perhaps I should change my line of thinking!"
"If I place that Fate Component in my hands within a carefully arranged trap... and have the Desert Hermit Society, the Crescent Moon Cult, and the Heretic Inquisition dispatch guardian-tier experts—or even prepare for a divine projection to descend—then wouldn't whoever came end up smashing their head against the wall?!"