What's happening?

While sitting inside a large wooden bathtub, right in front of Aiden, were Oliver, "Sir John… Are you well?"

Sir John nodded, his eyes closed and his arms crossed, "Let's talk later, I want to enjoy this long bathing session. Last time I felt this much enjoyment was when I was a kid, bathing with the girl inside a small river"

Aiden smirked, "You are popular with a girl?"

Sir John nodded, "And so are you. Including the Ava and the two princesses of the Sultanate, I would say you are better on girls with me. Though, we have a bit of difference"

Aiden raised one of his eyebrows, curiosity got into him, "What difference do we have?"

Sir John opened his eyes, "You girls all are beautiful. I would say you can win the heart of every princess on this land. But the girls I knew back in my village, well… nevermind, beauty are in the eyes of the beholder after all"

The man soon got his memories as he closed his eyes back, 'I still remembered all kinds of girls back there… the extremely chubby one, extremely sticky one and the evil one… Only she was different at that time, but I don't know where she went after moving from the village"

The 19-year-old smirked, "It seems as if our fate were not that different after all. There are many kinds of chubby and sticky girls in my village too. But only Ava is the most beautiful one amongst them…"

Sir John smirked and slightly nodded, "Well yeah, our fate is almost the same…"

Aiden slowly placed his hands on the edge of the bathtub and lifted himself up and left it as he grabbed the towel sitting on the edge of the tub, "This conversation bore me, girls this, girls that. We shouldn't talk about them as if they were subjects,"

Without giving the man, still in the bathtub, a chance of replying to his words, Aiden left the room as he slowly wrapped himself in the piece of towel. Soon, Aiden found himself inside the room he got.

Although it was not as the one in the royal palace, it was pretty big for the size of the castle itself. A giant round bed and a giant window covered with a red curtain.

As he laid on his bed after putting on his clothes, he thought to himself, 'I wonder, where will I go with Oliver right after this? Though, if possible, I don't want to participate in the coming civil war of this country…"

Aiden slowly closed his eyes as he emptied his mind, going asleep. His sleep was not as peaceful as he would have predicted. His dream continued.

…

Shooting back at the incoming Japanese forces with his M1 Garand, he found himself inside his camp, not being able to escape from it, "Damn it! The Japanese have surrounded us! We can't hold it for much longer!"

He was behind one of the sandbags at that moment and saw one of the Japanese soldier coming for him with his bayonet fixed. The man shot the enemy right on his head and the man soon fell to the ground, not moving.

But right after that, right behind the now just fallen enemy soldier was another one. Being caught off guard, he couldn't aim his rifle. With no choice, he threw his rifle to the ground a grabbed his knife.

He barely dodged the incoming bayonet by stepping to the side and after that, he stabbed the enemy on the side of his body with his knife. Aiden, not giving any chance to the enemy, pulled out his knife from the body of his enemy and stabbed him over and over again.

Soon enough, the man was lifeless and slowly fell to the ground with Aiden's knife still on his body. Tiring for the man at that time, with heavy panting and a smirk on his face, he slowly pulled out the knife from the body of the one he just killed.

But suddenly, he felt a kick right in his stomach when he got down. He was instantly thrown to the ground without even his knife in his hand yet. What greeted him was the sight of another one of the enemy soldier, getting on top of him with his knife.

The moustached enemy grabbed the knife with two hands and raised it up and dropping it down in an insane speed, heading for his head. Aiden, at the right moment, with the knife just a few centimetres from his face, placed his hands on the man's hands.

…

Soon, he woke up from the dream.

But what surprised him, even more, was that the scene in his dream somehow transferred to his world. He found himself laying on his bed and having two of his hands hold the hand of a masked man with a knife barely not touching his face.

He held the man's hand as strong as he could and it was not futile, the man couldn't move but so couldn't he. But he sighed in relief right after Oliver, came busting into the room and with his bow on his hand.

He shot an arrow as fast as the speed of light and the man was struck right on his head, killing him instantly. Right after that, Aiden got himself up from the bed, "What is the situation??"

Oliver, with furrowed eyebrows, answered, "I don' exactly know, but some sort of army are formin outside of the city wall!"

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Aiden opened the curtain and saw the normal, lifeless city in the middle of the night with minimum activity. The only thing he saw were troops on the street, running toward the wall, 'So the city is safe… I hope that Sir John, Jasmine and Ekrem...'

He closed the curtain and ran toward Oliver, "Mate! We need to make sure that Sir John, Jasmine and Ekrem are safe!"

Oliver nodded, "Let's go then! We shall not waste any of our time!"