Come to another world and become a lord

The night was silent, but the tent of Great Khan Akitila was brightly lit.

Akitila lay quietly on the bed, staring at the two people in front of him with deep eyes. Although he had a faint smile on his face, he said the shocking words:

"I want you to marry my daughter Noura."

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly changed, and the air seemed to stagnate for a moment.

"What?" Carl and Noura exclaimed almost at the same time.

Noura was the first to react. She stared at Akitila in amazement, her voice full of disbelief:

"Daddy, what are you talking about?"

Karl frowned slightly, with a complicated look in his eyes:

"Great Khan, this..."

Akitila waved his hand, his tone unquestionable:

“Nura, please step back first. I want to talk to Karl alone.”

"But Daddy..." Noura wanted to say something, but Akitila's gaze made her swallow the words.

"Back off..." His voice was gentle yet firm and majestic.

Noura bit her lip, her eyes swept back and forth between Karl and her father, and finally nodded helplessly: “Yes.”

She bowed slightly, turned around and walked out of the tent. The moment the tent curtain fell, a cold wind rushed in from the crack in the door, blowing away some of the stuffiness in the tent.

After Karl watched Noura leave, he turned to look at Akitila. He still maintained a polite and restrained expression on his face, but the doubt in his eyes was clearly visible.

Akitila was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke:

"You know what? For all these years, I have always believed that the future of the tribe lies south. Humans cannot fight orcs, they can only avoid them."

His tone was low, revealing endless vicissitudes.

Karl raised his eyebrows slightly and asked calmly:

"So, this is why you want to marry Noura to me?"

Akitila nodded, a wry smile on her face:

"That's right. I'm tired of constantly fleeing. Perhaps the construction of the Great Wall can keep the orcs out of the wall once and for all, and solve the tribe's plight for thousands of years. So it must be built."

There was unshakable determination in his tone, but there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

Karl pursed his lips and lowered his eyes in thought: "I understand the importance of the Great Wall to the tribe, but this does not mean that it needs to be consolidated through marriage."

Akitila sighed softly and looked directly into Karl’s eyes:

"Let's be honest. I know everything you have done in the North. You need manpower for development, and the North also needs people to resist the orcs, but you can't completely trust the tribe. In this case, the best way is for you to succeed as the new Great Khan after I die. Your marriage to Noura will become your bargaining chip in competing for this position."

These words struck me like thunder, and Karl's eyes flickered slightly. He pondered for a moment, then said:

"The Great Khan will live a long life..."

But I heard the Great Khan laughing and scolding:

"Stop being polite. I'm talking about serious matters. I must make arrangements for the future direction of the tribe."

Carl pondered for a moment again, and then said:

"But I don't understand, wouldn't it be a better choice to let Noura succeed to the throne?"

Akitila smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"You don't understand our tribe. She is the Snow Princess, the incarnation of the northern god, and is not destined to be the Great Khan. Moreover, there has been no precedent of a woman holding this position since ancient times."

Karl stood up straight, with a little more insistence in his tone:

"Politics should not be a reason for marriage. Noura has the freedom to pursue her own life."

Hearing this, Akitila sighed deeply. He looked up at the top of the tent, as if through that layer of cloth, he could see the rough road the tribe had gone through for thousands of years.

"I always thought you were quite insightful in this regard," he whispered, "but think about it, if you don't take this position, others will come up. Bahirta, Sogar, or Talbat among the four major tribes? No matter who comes up, the tribe and the North will change. They are all pro-war factions, and Sogar and Talbat are strongly opposed to the construction of the Great Wall. At that time, the tribe will inevitably go to war with the kingdom. Is this what you want to see?"

Karl was silent, his eyes met with Akitila's, and he seemed to see deep helplessness and worry in the other's eyes.

There was silence in the tent for a moment, only the lights swaying gently in the breeze, reflecting the solemn expressions of the two people.

I don't know how long the silence lasted until the Great Khan spoke again:

"What do you think? This is a piece of cake for you. You can unify the north and marry a beautiful woman. I can't think of any reason to refuse."

Then he looked up at Karl, who was standing in front of him, looking deeply at Akitila with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Then, Carl spoke, his voice low but firm:

"Indeed, it's a proposal that is too good to refuse. I understand your intentions and appreciate your trust. But I still cannot accept such an arrangement."

"Why?" The Great Khan looked puzzled.

"For Noura~ I will not deprive her of her future for political purposes. Besides, she is your daughter."

Akitila's face gradually became gloomy, and his blue eyes were as unfathomable as the deep sea. He slowly stood up, propping up his body with his hands, and his slightly weak figure was still majestic.

“Karl,” he whispered, his tone filled with suppressed anger, “You know, this is not only about the future of the tribe, but also about thousands of lives. In comparison, my daughter is not important!”

Carl shook his head, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I know, but we don't have to solve it this way. The construction of the Great Wall can solve everything. There is no need to sacrifice anyone's happiness..."

"Sacrifice happiness? You really don't know anything..." Akitila sighed slightly, the blood gathered on his old face and then quickly faded away. He was silent for a moment, and finally snorted coldly: "Someone come!"

Following the order, the captain of the guards, Hassan, who was guarding outside the tent, came in quickly with several guards and saluted respectfully.

Akitila had a blank expression on his face, staring at Karl with eyes as sharp as knives: "Take him away, lock him up, and let him sober up. When he can understand his responsibilities, bring him back to see me."

Hassan hesitated for a moment, as if he had not expected the Great Khan to give such an order, but after a moment he still obeyed: "Yes!"

"What? Wait, you can't!" Carl was about to argue, but he found that two guards had stepped forward and grabbed his arms. "You shouldn't do this!"

Akitila was unmoved, and just waved his hand coldly: "Take him away!"

The guards escorted Carl out of the tent. As the footsteps faded away, the tent returned to silence. The firelight made Akitila's face even paler. His hands were weakly supported on the bed, and his shoulders were shaking slightly.

After a moment, he suddenly groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. The bright red liquid spilled on the bed sheets, reflecting the firelight.

Akitila chuckled to himself and whispered, "It seems... this body is almost done..."

He lay down again, his eyes fixed on the flames, as if lost in a distant memory. The night wind outside the tent was getting more and more biting, but he did not call anyone, but just let the weakness and pain rage in his body.