In the End, I Still Became Nader Shah.

Two days passed.

Suleiman and the two lords, Norbert Vance and Lucas Vance, were "inseparable" at all times.

They inspected the camp together, feasted together, and even spoke grandly before maps together, discussing how to organize a true royal army to "suppress the rebellion."

All three wore warm smiles. To outsiders, their intimate manner seemed full of brotherly affection, like allies of many years.

That was, provided the other two had not been under detention.

Late at night, in Suleiman's tent.

He had just removed his sword when the tent flap was lifted.

Ser Old Lopin entered, his expression grave, the wrinkles on his face drawn tightly together.

"My lord."

Without any unnecessary pleasantries, he spoke directly.

"House Vance's forces outnumber ours. If they harbor ill intent, I fear we will have difficulty dealing with them."

Ser Old Lopin fixed his gaze on Suleiman, his voice heavy with concern.

"Norbert Vance and Lucas Vance must not be released."

"Their obedience now is merely a compromise and a stalling tactic in the face of danger. It cannot be trusted."

He was truly worried that Suleiman would be deceived by this false peace, genuinely believe in House Vance's loyalty, and release the two men.

Suleiman poured himself a cup of water, his movements unhurried.

"Ser Lopin, I am also playing along with them."

He took a sip of water and looked at the old knight.

"These two armies have complete formations and considerable numbers. It would be a pity to destroy them just like that."

Ser Old Lopin froze, somewhat surprised.

"But my lord, did you not have them publicly declare that they were following you and rising in arms with you?"

Suleiman's gaze remained calm.

"That was merely a means to lull them and buy time."

Ser Old Lopin was about