In his tent, another question plagued his mind
"Was I wrong?" Aeryon thought to himself. He is thinking about a different problem
The problem of not having a successor.
This kind of risk would be reduced if he have an heir. But he is quite stubborn to not want to sleep with Ayera. At least not in that manner.
But the culture of this world and the situation of this world is different from his world. The norms and the circumstances is different.
So, for a moment, he wonder whether he had to make a different choice.
He could only sigh and shakes his head
As for Tabyak, Aeryon promote him to a thousand men leader, a Minghan and he could take some of the Wustkazan warriors that surrendered to form his own team
Then they were both dismissed from his sight and do what they should do. They have to reorganize the army
Aeryon on the other hand returns back to his personal tent and decided to check his gain this time
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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