Life was not just about the drudgery before one's eyes; there was also poetry and distant horizons.
This phrase perfectly described Prince Ayub's state of mind lately.
To him, the Fate Component was the "poetry and distant horizons" that represented beautiful wishes.
But getting back to basics, if he could not even preserve the drudgery before his eyes, then that so-called poetry and distant horizons would be nothing more than flowers in the water and moons in the mirror.
Prince Ayub paid no attention to "Jasimhe," who had been taken away by the royal guards.
Surrounded by the bishops, Prince Ayub strode quickly into the Temple.
As the first ray of morning sunlight rose and illuminated the land, the heavy Temple doors slowly shut.
The entire Sarranid Sultanate had fallen into varying degrees of turmoil over the past two hours.
After losing a certain form of protection, the conflicts within the kingdom had become more prone to erupting.
Unlike before, when any incident that might have caused unrest could easily be subdued.
Now, the powerful figures throughout Sarranid could clearly sense that upheaval was brewing.
The era of favorable weather, peace, and prosperous national fortune seemed to be gone forever.
They had gradually gone from being supreme little sweethearts to old hags.
After living in comfort for too long, one's ability to govern would also deteriorate.
After all, they had only needed to lie back and do nothing before; conflicts would resolve themselves.
But that was no longer possible.
If they did not put some thought into it, the positions beneath their asses would clearly become unstable.
Compared to those nobles who had grown accustomed to lying flat and wasting away, however, Prince Ayub was indeed relatively enterprising.
Even if the Sarranid nobles were lined up for the gallows next,