Ending Sultan Jaar

When General Julius had no words to say to Sultan Jaar, he closed his open palm. Sultan Jaar did not mind paying attention to his kindness, so General Julius went to the door and prepared to put his left hand on the doorknob. General Julius slowly let his face turn around side viewed; he can still notice that Sultan Jaar's' expression was like a hidden message for him to read: Seems like he was not affected at all. Meanwhile, General Julius was waiting for an impressive finish with Sultan Jaar.

And after two minutes, he finally saw the Sultan coughing with blood splattered on the table like water splashed on the windshield, and it was too late for the Sultan to use his left hand to cover his mouth as he vomited the food he had just swallowed earlier.

"Y-you," Sultan Jaar did not talk as he tried to focus on staying awake; his eyes were furious at the same time he pointed out his right index finger that had blood on it at General Julius.

With little respect left on the scene, General Julius bowed before he left the Sultan in his room to die.

"Mister," The enslaved person that called him to meet up with the Sultan blocked his path with its palm open.

General Julius closed his eyes and said, "You can do better than this. You are still young and careless; next time we meet, you must report to me that you are finally enrolled in a school."

Then he took out a pouch full of coins. "Spend this for your family, do not spend this to enjoy the luxury you did not experience."

He reminded the enslaved person before he placed the pouch in its open palms.

With no notice, the enslaved person quickly says, "Dante," the enslaved person looks at General Julius straightly,

"My name is Dante, Mister."

General Julius smirked as he rubbed the enslaved people's heads like he was his brother, "Dante, you must know whom you trust."

He then stared at the Sultan's somewhat open door, "Leave this place, now."

When he returned to the room where Zina Foster was being drugged, he kept his irritation hidden and was beyond angry at Sultan Jaar's words earlier; the slaves of Sultan Jaar must be speaking about his achievements by now. The rumors about his death would spread quickly, and the boy, Dante, should have gotten out of the place. And he made sure of that. As he kept walking into the room, low voices came from the next room, and it seemed they were discussing a private matter. Then, the voices stopped with his steps making an old cracking noise. He presumed the people in the next room had left and pretended they did not talk about it.

"Julius, you have come back." The physician greeted them, but he only responded with a stare.

The silence was growing as the moments passed by.

Zina opened her eyes; she slowly looked down at herself to find that she had been covered with blood through the gauze. Two people in the same room with her keep an eye on every inch she changes. Then she whined when an open wound on her arm got disturbed by her sudden touch on the gauze. The physician and General Julius immediately viewed her as a clumsy yet lucky human alive. And what was the poorer quality? She screamed for help. According to Misses Foster's advice: when a person gets abducted, they will and must cry for help. If not, think about something that can distract the abductors.

"Help!"

General Julius was precise in his assumptions; the woman that Crown Prince Zhang Wei would marry would not be a great fit as the future Crown Princess. Although she has good records of following traditions and fundamental wealth rules from the day she was born because the reporters had already documented her life, Zina Foster cannot be tumbled-down.

"I will help her cool down," The physician said and headed towards a plastic bowl.

Yet General Julius felt a bit guilty for not being able to save her mother and a missing sister with no signs of struggle in the damaged car.

Zina studied General Julius' facial expression, and she had the gut feeling that he was not guilty. However, he also showed some guilt—it fades in and out on his face. Now, Zina was confused. Still, she did overcome her anger due to the wounds that got her attention. She had consciously calmed down.

This was why the physician gently placed a cooling towel on her head; she was now relaxed while still egg-laying in the bed.

General Julius grabbed a chair to drag it. Making a horrible sound that hurts one's ear. "So, our future Crown Princess, what do you want me to tell you?" He asked while he gradually stopped dragging the chair as he got a spot near Zina's bed.

"I am not your Crown Princess because I am not a Princess nor born royalty." General Julius nodded while he was now sitting down in disgrace on hearing the words of rejection and responsibility coming from Zina. With the doctor of medicine as a bystander, both Julius and Zina's eyes were looking at the physician.

"Well then, you have to pay for the physician's time," General Julius stood up and added, "Also, thank you for not wasting my time." When General Julius started nodding at the physician, Zina cried out again. Another wound got triggered.

"Wait,"

General Julius secretly grinned before facing Zina, but he kept his head down to respect the future Crown Princess.

"Are you going to tell me that you are the Princess?"

"No, I am not. And that is the truth. But I can help you find her."

"Oh." General Julius responded plainly. He was interested to see what the Crown Princess was trying to do.

He knows she is the one they are looking for, but since she likes to play tricks, he has to accept what she wants to do for his Crown Prince.