Reaching Hamedan, Vijay was slightly taken aback that there weren't many soldiers stationed here, not enough to defend the border at least, but his expression soon returned to normal. If the three Ottoman generals in the Far East are really retreating, then there is no need to defend Hamedan and other eastern cities in the Kingdom of Persia, since the borders have suddenly expanded several hundred thousand kilometres.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!!"
Vijay turned around with a light smile, already knowing who it was. As expected, it was the Queen of Persia, Roxana Atashban. However, looking at her made his eyebrows raise. She looked haggard, her eyes were red as if she was stressed out, and more importantly, Vijay could practically feel the nervousness oozing out of her skin.
