Tension

"What!? There have been exchanges of bullets between us and those Persians? " Ankur asked as he looked at the report given to him by Luthor.

"Yes your Majesty. Those skirmishes are common among us, but this time they took it far. A person has died. And that too a civilian. This can mean potential war with the Persians. Sir, we are not prepared for a war. " Luthor pleaded Ankur.

"But you know what this means. There's no turning back now. Any moment now, someone will come in running telling me that now we are in a state of war! Sentence those Captains to death! I will make an example of them. Let the others see what happens when you don't listen to your orders. " Ankur ordered.

Luthor's eyes widened. Sentencing them to death was a bit too extreme. But Luthor complied with Ankur's orders and left the room.

"We are not ready for war. I am. Ottamons to the West and Indus to the East. I really want to launch a pincer attack now. But alas, we got no money. Damn poverty! " Ankur exclaimed as he sobbed for the failing chance to invade Persia and get that sweet oil. Only if by some reason, the citizens promote war then only there's a chance.

But Ottamons have been defeated during the War Of the Best. They have lost their foothold in Europa and Africa. Asia is their only chance now. They can't expand North due to Ruthenia. That leaves them with Persia.

The Ottamon Sultan must be under more fire than me now, Ankur thought.