Akhtar Ali

"Akhtar Ali, why have you come to see me?"

Despite the solemn atmosphere, Carl asked calmly.

Ali slowly moved his old face as he watched Carl treating him politely.

"I appreciate your consideration for this old man's unreasonable request, but I still have one more request."

"Tell me."

Carl responded gently to Ali's careful and polite words.

"Would you please have mercy on the people of Tumari who have been taken captive?"

Ali got straight to the point.

He looked up at the young Carl, who was a hand taller than him, and met Carl's clear, green eyes with his bright, shining black eyes.

"Akhtar Ali, I understand your feelings, but what we are doing is war. They are not innocent people of Tumaria, but rebels who have joined the rebellion and have pointed their spears at Sultan Yusuf. They have also pointed their spears at us, who came to Sultan Yusuf's aid."