In the deserted village, the seasoned cavalrymen each went about their tasks, orderly and composed. Meanwhile, an old knight and a young knight stood in a corner, discussing secrets and schemes from the holy war in the south that only the upper nobles of the Heavenly Crusader Army knew.
"Actually, if we're talking about this uncle-king, he fought fairly well. Relying on the fortresses and strongholds in the mountains, he resisted very firmly. The Castilians attacked with all their strength for two years and found him rather troublesome. At that point, they remembered the captive nephew-king again."
Hearing this, Giovanni widened his eyes and asked in confusion.
"Huh? Lorenzo, this nephew-king has been captured for so long, and he still isn't dead?"
"Ha! Not only is he not dead, his treatment has always been quite good!"
The old knight Lorenzo stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Rumor has it that Queen Isabella often spoke alone with this captive nephew-king, and with her irresistible charm, successfully took him beneath her skirts—cough, cough! Don't look at me like that. Of course, that's only a rumor, a rumor! The actual situation was probably that some basis of mutual trust had been formed, or perhaps it was threats mixed with tempting offers."
"In any case, in the end, the nephew-king Abu reached an agreement with the twin kings of Iberia. The twin kings promised to release him back to the Kingdom of Granada and support him in ascending the throne. In return, he agreed that the Kingdom of Granada would, while retaining its original territory, become a vassal of Castile and pay tribute to them on time!"
"What? The Kingdom of Granada would retain its territory and become a vassal of Castile?"
Hearing this, Giovanni frowned, baffled.
"Then wouldn't this holy war