She asked Koza excitedly, "Koza, what do we do next?"
She already knew the answer, but Koza had always been their leader, so she could not help coming over to ask.
"What do we do?"
Koza lowered his head and removed his brown-tinted sunglasses, then wiped the moisture from his face, unsure whether it was rain or tears.
Then he turned to Kebi and smiled. "What do you think?"
Kebi watched Koza for a moment, then turned and went to spread the word.
As one of the people who had followed Koza the longest, she had been with him since childhood. Of course she knew what he was thinking.
In truth, they did not even need to say anything.
Just as Doto had said, once the rain came, none of this would be a problem anymore.
Because the fundamental reason behind their rebellion was water.
Now that they had water, who would still want to rebel?
Koza looked away from Kebi and turned toward Yuba. At that moment, he wished he could return there immediately and tell his father, "I'm sorry."
He really should not have doubted the king.
When he thought of how his father had gradually aged over the past year because of Yuba, his eyes misted over again.
In truth, no one loved this country more than he and his father did. Without that love, they would never have gone to Yuba and built it from nothing into a major trading hub in the west.
Without that love, he would never have fought so desperately to save this country.
Without that love, he would never have decided, the instant the rain began, to disband the Rebel Army and return to Yuba to rebuild it with his father.
Of course, the more deeply he had loved it