Chapter 51 - The Fall of Kilwa

Lusweti and his ten warriors were already on their way to Kilwa. Events were spiraling out of control. Almeida's plans were nearing fruition.

The nobles and ministers of Kilwa had swallowed his lies whole, strutting through the kingdom as if they already owned it. Their arrogance blinded them to the knife at their throats.

Almeida sat in his fortified stronghold, watching the chaos unfold. He had orchestrated all of this without lifting a single finger.

"I really am meant to be a king," he mused, grinning. "Portugal will regret abandoning me. Once I take over this place and drain it of its riches, they'll come crawling back, begging to make deals with me."

He laughed, the sound hollow and sharp.

Failure was a thought that never crossed his mind. Even so, he would not allow complacency to be his downfall. Overconfidence led to ruin, and he had come too far for that.