Come to another world and become a lord

The atmosphere in Nura's tent was as heavy as frost. A group of trusted people gathered in the center, including Carl, who was listening to a scout's report in a low voice.

"Saugar and Talbat have already taken action," the scout reported. "Under the banner of revenge for the Great Khan, they are trying to unite the surrounding small tribes."

Carl folded his hands over his chest, his expression calm, as if all this was expected. He said softly:

"That's not surprising."

A trace of hesitation appeared on the scout's face, as if he had some news that was difficult to tell. Nura glanced at him sharply and asked in a cold voice:

"What else?"

The scout lowered his head, his tone showing uneasiness:

"They also spread the news that... Princess, you have joined forces with foreign enemies and murdered the Great Khan."

"Ridiculous!" Nura stood up suddenly, clenched her fists, and was furious. "This is nonsense! They are the real murderers. They killed Daddy!"

There was silence in the tent, and only Hassan's deep voice broke the brief deadlock:

“Your Highness, I’m afraid others won’t think so.” He turned to Karl and said in a complicated tone, “Besides… the sword that pierced the Great Khan’s heart belonged to your subordinates.”

Karl frowned slightly, his tone firm:

"Alia would never do such a thing. You all know the purpose of her trip."

Hassan shook his head.

"No matter how much you say, it will be useless. The most important thing right now is to give an explanation to everyone in the tribe."

Noura snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said angrily:

"Then tell them that it was Sogar and Talbat who plotted to kill Daddy and put the blame on others!"

"Words are not enough." Hassan sighed, "Evidence is the key. Moreover, they have already won over many supporters in the name of revenge."

Nura's eyes were cold and stern, showing no sign of weakness:

"So what? We have artillery, a newly formed shooting corps, and my ice magic. With these powers, do they think they can rebel?"

Hassan smiled bitterly, shook his head and said:

"Your Highness, this matter cannot be resolved by force alone. Even among the Great Khan's own people, many people are suspicious and waiting for a reasonable explanation."

"Where is Alia now?" Carl asked suddenly.

Noura hesitated for a moment and said, "No one knows. But with her ability, there is no need to worry."

"We must find her." Hassan's face was solemn. "She is the key person. Only by finding her can we find out the truth of the matter."

Just then the curtains are drawn back, and Amira marches in, clutching a black feather. She looks unusually serious, and begins, “I think we have proof that Arya didn’t do this.”

Hassan frowned and looked at her: "What evidence?"

Amira holds up the feather. “That’s it,” she says.

Hassan's eyes were full of doubt: "A feather?"

“Yes,” Amira says. “It’s a magical feather. It proves there was a wizard involved.”

Carl's eyes trembled as he stared at the feather. A familiar image emerged in his mind. The crow, the feather—that person, the mage Casabelos beside Prime Minister Aaron.

Hassan shook his head, saying disapprovingly: "Just based on this feather? Telling everyone it's magic? That won't convince anyone."

“Indeed,” Amira nods. “But if we can catch the wizard, things will be different.”

"Even so," Hassan said in a deep voice, "there is still a lack of key evidence. If we just blame it on magic, this argument is not convincing. The key is how to make people believe it."

Nura sneered, her brows full of murderous intent: "Why bother? Since they want to fight, let's fight to our heart's content!"

After hearing this, Hassan shook his head and sighed: "Princess..."

At this moment, a report came from outside the tent: "The envoy of the Egret Tribe is here to see Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Nura frowned and immediately ordered someone to invite the envoy into the tent.

The man was dressed simply, but he exuded a certain dignity. When he saw Nura, he bowed respectfully and said, "The Egret Tribe greets you, Your Highness."

"You are Sister Alma's person, get up quickly!" Noura said hurriedly, with a hint of expectation in her tone.

Hasen's eyes showed joy: "It's great to meet you! The support of the Egret Tribe is more important than anything else."

Unexpectedly, the messenger shook his head and said solemnly: "No, Captain of the Guards. You misunderstood. My Khan said that the Egret Tribe will not help any party until the truth is revealed."

Hassan was stunned: "Then why are you here..."

The messenger said expressionlessly: "I just want to remind Your Highness that the Bakhtar tribe has joined the expedition."

"Has the Chaga tribe also been convinced?" Hassan frowned and his face darkened.

Noura showed a hint of disappointment on her face, but she quickly calmed down and said calmly:

"In any case, thank you for coming to inform us. Come, send the messenger away and treat him well."

The messenger nodded and saluted:

"I wish your highness the princess good luck in military affairs."

After sending the messenger away, Hassan whispered:

"Now three of the four major tribes are against us."

Noura turned around and looked at Karl firmly:

"Karl, I want you to lead this shooting army."

Upon hearing this, Hassan frowned and said anxiously:

"Princess, how can this be possible? You cannot allow a man suspected of killing the Great Khan to command our troops."

Noura calmly retorted:

"Carl is the one here who knows the most about gun operations. No one is more suitable than him."

"But even so—" Hassan frowned, and before he could finish his words, he was interrupted decisively by Noura:

"The most important thing now is to win this battle. We can talk about other things after we win!"

Hassan shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:

"It's not that simple. The people of the tribe will not easily listen to an outsider."

At this moment, the Egret Messenger who had been listening suddenly spoke up, his voice calm but with some meaning:

"In fact, this matter is not complicated. Your Highness the Princess and Carl only need to fulfill the Great Khan's last wish and become husband and wife."

There was silence in the tent for a moment, and everyone looked at her in shock.

"What?" Noura's voice rose slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The messenger continued calmly:

"My Khan has already proposed a solution. Catch the real murderer and behead him in public to calm the anger of the people. Then, we can fulfill the last wish of the Great Khan. Then you will be the legitimate successor, and others will have nothing to say."

Her tone was firm and her words were as cold as ice, like a sharp blade cutting through the fog in everyone's hearts. The atmosphere in the tent became more solemn, and everyone fell into deep thought, realizing that this might be the only viable way out.

After the meeting, everyone left. When Karl and Noura walked out of the tent together, he paused and whispered:

"I'm sorry about the Great Khan..."

Noura stopped and turned to look at him, with a cold and fierce look in her eyes:

"No need to apologize. I will definitely catch that wizard and kill him myself to avenge my father."

Then she raised her head and took a deep breath, her tone cold:

"Now it seems that the tribes can only turn to weapons against each other."