“Hmm,” mouthed Al, “You know. Due to the circumstances, I haven’t the opportunity to actually sit down and think. After all, I was pretty, well, panicked after Darius made his move.”

“That’s true,” Jonathan echoed.

“You’re going to go up against him, and that’s neat, but I’m not quite sure if I want to part of it. After all, there is very little for me. In fact, it seemed like you didn’t even need my help back then in Darius’ lair.”

“It is so. I promised I wouldn’t get you involved if you didn’t want to, but then again, you are Alexander the Great. If you do escape, what would you even do afterwards.”

“Sure, you can be a celebrity in Magon City, and it seems like at the least Darius isn’t willing to make a commotion searching for you, but you have none of that outside. And would you really be content just living a normal life again if you could be safe?”

“See, it is things like those I need to think over. To be honest, I had hoped that I was still alive in our world and time, and that I could return, but things to seem hopeless.”

“Okay. I’m not planning on anything soon either. While I sit with the revolutionaries, you need to do that. I plan to spend at least tomorrow just for planning while we can gather enough forces.”

Al didn’t like Caesar’s lust for power, but as far as he had seen he didn’t like Darius much either. Honestly, there wasn’t much argument for either side, to help or to leave. It was just that Al had no idea what to do now.

He knew that some of the other royal-blooded siblings would take up practical jobs, becoming engineers and scholars, when their bloodline wasn’t pure enough to take an administrative role. That was out of the question in this new world, and even if Al could, it would be the most boring option.

A life of conquest and struggle was the new norm. Al wasn’t sure if he could do anything else, but at the same time he knew that the whole deal only spreads bloodshed. It would be better if he was born a lazy king. Then he would probably be okay with being insignificant every day.

Al got up from table and walked heavily to the room the hosts prepared, and there he had a little desk and some paper. He pathed out all of the possible paths he could take and found that none of them made any sense to him.

“Alright, Heph, what do you think I should do?”

“Do nothing right now. Because I’ve got nothing.”

“Damn,” Al shook the medallion on his chest.

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“Well, a little food will help me out. I think I prefer a life of luxury over a life of exile. Eh, Heph.”

“If you really want to do that, just help the fellow out and then you can retire. That way, you’ll have the time to decide without closing any doors. Really, you Kings like to take your time.”

“And that is so, Heph. I’ve never had to make a decision so quickly. Anyway, it looks like it’s quite not time for me to stop killing people.”

“Don’t say that, Al. I’m sure you made the world a better place for thousands of people.”

“Yeah, most of them were the looters and arsonists I couldn’t stop. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m dead, and the kingdom I fought for will disappear. All I built were orphanages.”

“My king,” Heph’s volume must’ve been lowered.

“And about you. Are you okay with being an accessory?”

“Frankly speaking, my consciousness is different than yours. I already died, fair and square, so I see this life as juts overtime. Remember, if you do help out this Caesar, then you will have all of your resources again, and then we could work from there.”

“I see. It’s like I was fated to do it anyway. I guess you could be accessory to a little more crime, friend.”

 When it was time for dinner, Al went down and had to sit with some of the leaders of other anti-government factions. The fact that there were so many people with grievances was also a relief. It meant that it wouldn’t be entirely selfish to take control of Magon city. Although, it was now hard to speak and chat with them from Celine’s viewpoint.

To make things worse, Caesar couldn’t handle all of the negotiations because he was supposed to be Jonathan, the younger brother. So, Celine had to act like she was going to ascend to queendom. Of course, Al was going to abdicate as soon as it was appropriate, but it was still uncomfortable.

Rather, the food prepared in this restaurant was not as good as expected. These hi-fi militants were eating it too, but it was almost inedible to the royal palate.  Just to make sure, Al looked over to Caesar and he was also a little hesitant about some of the things on his plate. They didn’t belong here, and they coped in different ways, but they were stuck.

Nothing more to do, except to take up the Devil’s deal. When the little meeting was done, Jonathan told Al that there were no more dinners like this one, and to tell him to his decision quickly, but Al’s mind was already made up.