The two kings raised their cups and touched them solemnly, like boxers saluting each other.
“King of Babylonia, allow me to ask one last question to bring this banquet to a close.”
“Granted. Go ahead.”
Though Iskandar held his wine cup with all due seriousness, his eyes betrayed the childlike innocence of a mischievous boy.
“Suppose my ‘Ionioi Hetairoi’ had your ‘Gate of Babylon’ as its armament. It would surely become an invincible force. Those so-called Presidents from the West wouldn't even be worth a fart.”
“Hmm. And so?”
“I'll ask you again: will you form an alliance with me? Together, we can conquer all the way to the edge of the sea of stars.”
The Heroic King burst into laughter, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
“If you want to get yourself killed, go alone. Don't drag me into it.”
