The Youngest Prince Of The English Royalty House [EN]: Chapter 43

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The news that Prince John, who was on the verge of death, had miraculously recovered, spread to both the Crusaders and the Islamic forces.

‘John, you are like a son to me.’

Emperor Frederick of the Holy Roman Empire, who was most delighted by John’s recovery after he nearly died saving him,

publicly announced John’s recovery to the world.

[Prince John has returned from the dead.]

[It is a miracle from God.]

[Now it’s not Safe John, but Lazarus John.]

The news that Prince John, who had been shot by an arrow,

had safely awakened and was back in action on the battlefield, reached many people.

‘Phew, that’s a relief.’

Especially Henry II, who was extremely worried about his beloved youngest son.

‘This miracle means that God wants the Crusaders to win.’

And he emphasized that the most fitting gift for the awakened Prince John would be the destruction of the Sultanate of Rum.

Of course, the young King Henry, Brittany, and Geoffrey were starting to keep Prince John in check,

but outwardly, they rejoiced with expressions of emotion at their brother’s recovery.

Of course, they were annoyed inside.

‘This was a really good opportunity, but our youngest survived!’

‘John, you should have just died. Then Father wouldn’t have been able to make rational decisions, and it would have been easy to take advantage of him.’

And Emperor Alexios II of the Eastern Roman Empire.

He once thought of Prince John as a rival for Agnes,

but now he considered him a valuable bridge connecting him and the West, and a good friend of the same age.

‘It’s a great relief that he, who symbolizes the common interests of our empire and the West, has survived.’

With that, he added more troops

and decided to thoroughly destroy the Sultanate of Rum, as Henry II had said.

And Queen Eleanor of Castile was delighted.

‘Of course! My beloved youngest John wouldn’t cross the Jordan River so easily.’

Well, no one would believe that the princess of the dysfunctional Angevin-Plantagenet family

truly rejoiced at John’s recovery.

But Eleanor was sincere.

Meanwhile, Richard, who was crushing Syria alongside Baldwin IV as if strangling Saladin,

‘Now that John has safely awakened, I can fight without worry.’

And in the Sicilian palace, Joan, who was somewhat worried about her one-year-younger brother John,

‘Yeah… that’s our youngest. He kept saying Safe, Safe. He’s really becoming Safe John.’

She was genuinely happy about her brother’s recovery.

Unlike her other brothers, she didn’t have any reason to fight with John, so she was really happy.

And everyone in Ireland, the quiet island that could be called Prince John’s base,

naturally shed tears of joy.

Queen Eleanor, who was worried about John’s news,

said, ‘My precious child with that human Henry wouldn’t die so easily.’

And Peter, John’s first vassal,

‘God wouldn’t easily take away Prince John, whom he sent to save us bastards!’

he said in relief.

In particular, those who were bastards like Peter or the youngest who didn’t inherit even a sip of stew broth from their parents were happy.

Of course, not all Westerners were people who liked John.

Those who hated Prince John, including Philip II,

were a little disappointed.

Of course, there were also people who were sharpening their swords to properly avenge Prince John.

-Saaaah.

Enraged, Mary tried not to hide her power, but after hearing the news, she decided to hide her power again.

Anyway.

No matter what the world says.

Our Safe John

returned to the safest Duchy of Ireland.

**

-Ireland-

The first people I met

were the children playing in front of the Great Lord’s castle.

A boy who looked like me and Mary, obviously my son.

“James!”

“Dad?”

“Yeah, it’s your dad.”

“I missed you.”

But my son’s expression isn’t very emotional?

“Really?”

“Really…”

A bland welcome. Am I bothering him while he’s playing?

Then the child next to him greeted me.

“Uncle, long time no see.”

“And you are?”

“I’m Friedrich, no, I changed my name to Otto.”

“The changed name is better.”

‘Friedrich, this child is that unfortunate Otto IV who was kicked out because he had a bad uncle.’

Anyway, after meeting the children who are precious to me in many ways.

“Ta-da. I’m back!”

“John, are you crazy?”

I was hit on the back by Mary and heard various words of resentment.

Especially the most common thing I heard was

that I was a petty husband who tried to make her, young and vibrant, a widow.

This is a euphemism, and I heard all sorts of resentful words.

But I had many things to be sorry for Mary,

so I had nothing to say in my defense.

As Mary said, I really almost made her a widow.

“That doesn’t mean… I want you to stay quietly in the territory. But don’t throw yourself for others like last time.”

“I understand… wife, and thank you.”

Whatever the reason.

Mary was also from a Christian aristocratic family.

She understood that I would have to go to the battlefield again soon.

I feel sorry again for no reason.

And I met other family members.

My mother Eleanor and my sister Matilda.

Despite being women from a dysfunctional family, my sister and mother, who are surprisingly devout, only spoke to me after more than three hours of reading proverbs.

“I’m disappointed, John. I thought you would come to see your mother first.”

“I told you. Of course, his wife and son come first.”

While I was meeting my mother and sister.

“Your Highness, urgent news.”

“What’s going on?”

A knight with an urgent expression came in and announced.

That rebellions had broken out in various places because the Islamic coalition forces had not achieved any significant results.

Of course, we Christians.

We don’t love each other while smiling and saying, ‘We are one in the Lord, even though our appearances are different~.’

There was an understanding shared by the Eastern Roman Empire and Western forces.

In other words, the Islamic guys are too scary. That fear made the two sides join forces.

In the meantime, I, John, a Western prince with pro-Eastern Roman Empire tendencies, existed.

It seems like there will be more to prepare here in Ireland.

**

-Anatolia-

The Sultanate of Rum fought well, and the Islamic Allied Forces fought well too.

But what they didn’t expect

was the variable that disgruntled forces within Islam might revolt.

Starting with the remnants of the Zangid dynasty, who had many grievances against Saladin,

minority groups such as the Shia-Ismaili sect

raised the torch of rebellion, saying, ‘You trampled on us more wickedly than the Christians, you bastards!’

To be honest, to them,

the existing Muslims who harassed them as ‘heretics’ were more like enemies than the Christians who treated them coldly as pagans.

‘Then we can’t just stand still!’

In addition, even the underground church forces who secretly believed in the Armenian Apostolic Church (Armenian Orthodox Church) joined the rebellion, thinking it was a good opportunity.

‘Could this be?’

Even some Orthodox churches, realizing that Prince John was paying attention to their Coptic people,

joined the rebellion.

“I will not let this opportunity pass. Now, let us also come out of the walls and defeat the Islamic bastards.”

Queen Tamar, the 10th monarch of the Kingdom of Georgia, who had been sticking to a turtle-like defensive strategy, even began a major offensive.

Anyway, the flames of counterattack began to blaze in the eastern Islamic sphere of Anatolia.

The Crusaders, who would not just stand by and watch such a great opportunity caused by the internal chaos of Islam, did not.

The Crusaders launched a large-scale offensive, even if it was a bit reckless.

‘Okay… let’s go!’

They endured well against the powerful Crusaders, but the Islamic forces could not fully maintain their strength due to the rebellions that broke out in various parts of the Middle East.

In the end, the black sword of Ismail, a super-Islamic alliance,

had to make an inevitable choice.

That choice is.

Saladin, who has wealthy Egypt and Syria.

Or the Sultanate of Rum in Anatolia, which is on the verge of destruction.

In the end, they gave up the entire Anatolian region

and chose to save Saladin and defend the granary Egypt-Mesopotamia region.

Izzettin Kilij Arslan II of the Sultanate of Rum, realizing that he was being abandoned by his Islamic brothers,

wanted to be a glorious sultan until the end.

“Those who want to escape, go to Saladin. I will die here with my sultanate.”

In the original history.

Sultan Izzettin Kilij Arslan II, who played with the Eastern Roman Empire, which was a complete mess with the rebellion of the incompetent Eastern Roman aristocrat Andronikos Komnenos succeeding, and created the heyday of the Sultanate of Rum.

fought to the end and died after being shot by an arrow.

And the Eastern Roman Empire’s camp.

“We have found our ancient territory!”

The destruction of the Sultanate of Rum, which once drove the Eastern Roman Empire to the brink,

shocked the world greatly.

And the aftermath was felt even by the people of the steppes far away.

**

-Mongol Kereit Tribe-

“Something’s not right…”

The people of the steppes, where the cold wind blows, felt something strange.

An anomaly occurred in the Western Liao, one of the eyesores.

The remaining forces of the Liao dynasty, who were driven out by the Jurchen.

The western tribes of Mongolia, who were interested in the West, initially

Ah, the Western Liao guys are doing mercenary work again!

I thought so.

But I didn’t think anything else.

Why would I have the leisure to worry about that when the Mongolian steppe is slowly falling into chaos?

But Ong Khan Toghrul, the leader of the Kereit tribe, who believes in Nestorianism, a type of Christianity!

He had deep faith in Jesus Christ from the beginning, and he was also very interested in the West.

He was sensing something completely different from the Mongolian tribes who were busy fighting.

‘This is not a simple movement.’

Ong Khan already knew that the Western Liao, which had gone to the point of no return in a bad way,

was sometimes working as a mercenary in the land beyond the steppe (Central Asia).

But it seemed like something bigger than what he knew was happening.

So Ong Khan decided to release his treasured assets and buy information.

And after a while.

From the Sogdians and Uyghurs, the local big shots of Central Asia.

That the Islamic heretics (Khwarazmian forces) in that land

were leading a huge army and moving west.

And I heard a story about a prince named ‘John’.

Ong Khan properly felt that the atmosphere of the world was unusual.

‘No matter who wins there… it will have a bad impact on us.’

The great war that took place far away will have a considerable impact on the steppes in the future.

While Ong Khan was thinking complicated thoughts.

The tent opened and two people came in.

Temujin, the son of Yesugei, who was a sworn brother, and whom he cherished very much, came in with mare’s milk.

Jamukha, Temujin’s friend and close to Ong Khan, brought lamb into the tent.

“Uncle, I brought mare’s milk.”

“I brought delicious lamb.”

Temujin, who came into the tent, asked Ong Khan, who looked unusual.

“Uncle, what’s going on?”

“My beloved nephews, the world beyond the steppe is changing now.”

“There is a prince named John in the West.”

With that said.

Ong Khan told the exaggerated story about Prince John of the West that was heard beyond the steppe.

Jamukha and Temujin.

I took Ong Khan’s story as a snack and drank mare’s milk.

I asked back as if I couldn’t believe it.

“Is that possible?”

“Really?”

That the reason why the Islamic army and the Crusaders are so fiercely opposed beyond the West.

Because of John, the youngest prince of the dysfunctional royal family!

Temujin and Jamukha thought that the people beyond the steppe were strange.

But at the same time, the two energetic Mongolian youths were curious.

About the so-called ‘Safe John’ who saved the Western Emperor without sparing his life.

‘A safe but sometimes dangerous Westerner.’

‘There was someone in the West….’

Anyway, Temujin and Jamukha, who heard the touching story of Prince John, accidentally discovered a Han Chinese guy running away from the Jin Dynasty while riding horses on the steppe with lingering feelings.

Even if he wears Mongolian traditional clothes, I’m sure that guy is Han Chinese.

‘Hiat, irya!’

Because if he were a real Mongolian, he couldn’t whip like that.

‘Temujin, we can buy 10 bottles of mare’s milk and beef with that much.’

‘Let’s sell him as a slave!’

‘Damn it, I’m caught by the barbarians of the steppe.’

No matter what the captured Han Chinese cried, the two friends sold it to a Uyghur merchant at a reasonable price.

I made an unexpected profit.

The two young heroes of Mongolia did not know. They had unknowingly changed history.

That the fate of the Han Chinese who was sold as a slave.

Will be more bleak than Zhang Qian of the ancient Han Dynasty, who laughed and cried in the desert in the old days!

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