Chapter 40 – Empress Dowager Nadiya – 2
As soon as she appeared, the soldiers of the Janissary legion, including Turgut and Saluk, immediately knelt down on one knee in her place. She was very polite, completely different from when she treated Helena and Sophia like her prostitutes.
“Queen Mother, Janissary Commander Turgut greets you.”
Turgut opened his beard-filled lips and spoke in a heavy voice. When she heard those words, her slender body flinched like Helena’s whip. Empress Dowager? So this meant that this woman was the equivalent of her mother-in-law.
Helena and Sophia looked at the woman in front of them with new expressions. If she is the Empress Dowager, she is clearly the mother of the current Sultan. And the current Sultan Selim is known to be 21 years old.
This young, beautiful woman, who at first glance appears to be only in her mid-twenties, is a married woman with a son who is already 21 years old?
It was indeed a surprising Lao Tzu. The age of the woman in front of me was, at best, in her mid to late thirties, so maintaining that level of beauty at that age was an incredible feat. She’s not an elf, and she doesn’t use magical powers like Helena.
She is naturally beautiful, but she has probably put a lot of effort and effort into maintaining it. Just by looking at her long, pointed fingernails and toenails, with her amazing nail art, you could tell that she was receiving the highest level of care.
“It’s been a while, Lord Turgut. Thank you for your hard work this time.”
Even his voice was as clear and pure as jade beads rolling on a silver platter. In addition, her tone of voice and every action she took were elegant and dignified, making it clear at a glance that she was a cultured upper-class woman.
“You’re welcome, mama. “The little man just did what he had to do.”
Turgut bowed his head deeply again. Then he suddenly looked up and saw Helena, who was still standing blankly, and winked angrily.
Only then did Helena startle. She was the empress of the Ottoman Empire. Although she was treated as a mere sex slave by Turgut, Saluk, etc., She was of such noble status that it was difficult to find a mate for her even if you searched the entire empire.
However, even that precious status fades in front of the woman in front of her, a peerless beauty with star sapphire-colored hair and an appearance that makes it difficult to guess her age.
She was Helena’s mother-in-law, the Empress Dowager of the Ottoman Empire, and the highest-ranking woman in this huge court. Helena was the only woman of status who had to be absolutely obeyed.
Helena was quick to notice. She quickly got down on her one knee on the floor. Then, Sophia and other Helena’s maids and maids followed her.
“Nice to meet you, Queen Mother. “My name is Helena, princess of the Pent Empire.”
The Empress Dowager of the Ottoman Empire, a woman with star sapphire-colored hair and a stunning S-line body not far behind Helena, smiled as warmly as a spring breeze, as if she was pleased by Helena’s quick actions of her of.
“You are Helena. As the saying goes, she has a fantastic beauty that makes the sun shine. “As a woman like her, I’m so jealous.”
“You are welcome, Queen Mother. “Compared to Mama, I am as significant as the moon in front of the sun.”
Helena made empty statements, but about 10% of them were sincere. The Empress Dowager’s beauty was so great for her to have a son in his 20s.
Of course, Helena herself will maintain her beauty for over 1,000 years, longer than the elves, under the protection of Lucifer.
However, other women, especially Sylvia, who is currently in her early twenties and at the peak of her prime, had doubts about whether she would be able to maintain that level until her late thirties.
“Hoho, thank you for your words. My name is Nadiya. Please call me Nadiya from now on.”
Empress Dowager Nadiya of the Ottoman Empire treated Helena gracefully and kindly. It was the flawless and cultured attitude of a woman from the highest class.
She repeatedly encouraged Helena, who declined, to call her Nadiya, eliciting an answer from her, and again praised Turgut and the soldiers of the Janissary Corps. She then encouraged Helena to follow her into the harem.
The harem was said to be a place where the wives and concubines of the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire lived, so in the future, this would also be the residence of Helena and Sophia.
Since there was nothing strange up to this point, Helena also got up and stepped into the harem, where Nadiya was. Before her eyes, Nadiya was already getting into the luxurious carriage from earlier.
But something strange happened. Turgut, Saluk, and others were kneeling just outside the harem’s gate, motionless. Helena, who had expected to escort her to her own residence, was so puzzled that she hesitated, looking at Nadiya’s carriage and Turgut in turn.
In particular, Helena hesitated even more because her pussy she was still sore from having sex in her carriage just moments ago, and her man’s semen she remained in her womb her her her her.
But Turgut did not move as Helena wanted. Instead, he saw her hesitation and approached her while laughing.
Turgut whispered to Helena, deliberately pretending to politely bow to her.
“The harem is the territory of golden men. No one except the sultan can enter. “I can’t keep up, so you guys go in by yourself.”
And at the same time she slipped one of her pieces of paper into Helena’s hand. Helena was shocked. Now that I think about it, the people who escorted Nadiya around, even the coachman driving the carriage, were all women. Is it really true that there is only one male in that vast space, the Sultan?
Somehow she couldn’t hesitate any longer. If I dragged it out any longer, there was a risk that it would arouse suspicion from those around me. Before we knew it, Nadiya’s carriage had departed, and within the harem, an equally luxurious carriage approached Helena.
This is probably the carriage Helena will ride in. The female coachman and maids who got off the carriage bowed politely towards Helena.
Eventually, Helena and Sophia followed their guidance and got into the carriage. Turgut was looking at the back of the carriage as it disappeared with a clang sound with sinister eyes.
The harem of the Ottoman Empire’s imperial palace was an incredibly vast space. There were more than 50 palaces and pavilions within the harem.
Therefore, even if Helena rode her carriage from within her harem, she had to run for a long time before she could reach her palace.
As if there had been prior contact, her palace was fully prepared to welcome Helena. As soon as her carriage stopped, dozens of maids rushed out to greet Helena.
After having a quick bite to eat, Helena took a bath. She had the entire bath to herself, large enough to accommodate up to 100 people, and was served with great care by her maids.
Not only Helena, but also her maids who helped her bathe were all naked, without even a single layer of clothing on. But among them all, Helena’s naked body was shining especially dazzlingly. Her S-line body was perfect, and her skin was as soft as honey.
The maids were all mesmerized and praised for their gorgeous and sexy beauty. Helena lifted her head slightly and smiled haughtily. It was a common daily routine for her.
After bathing her, anointing her with perfume, and putting on her new clothes, Helena ordered her maids to leave, saying that she wanted to rest for a while. All the maids bowed politely and walked backwards.
As soon as people around her disappeared, Helena secretly looked around her bedroom. The bedroom was very spacious and luxurious.
There was a huge round bed in the center of the bedroom, which was almost as big as a military parade ground. It seemed like twenty people could lie down on that circular bed alone.
The Persian carpet on the bedroom floor was very soft and warm. The Persian carpet, embroidered with many beautiful paintings, was a work of art in itself.
That’s all! The four walls of the spacious bedroom were lined with expensive masterpieces and tapestries, and the bedroom was dotted with elegant wooden furniture and gorgeous jewelry. So much perfume was sprinkled that a fragrant scent filled the bedroom.
It was a bedroom so extravagant and extravagant that you couldn’t even imagine how much money was spent on it. The harem itself and Helena’s palace were beautiful and luxurious, but this bedroom seemed to be where all the wealth was concentrated.
The palaces and bedrooms of the Pent Empire were splendid, but compared to the Ottoman Empire, they were not even close to the heel. I couldn’t even guess how much money was spent on those luxurious decorations.
As she looked around the bedroom, Helena suddenly remembered some facts she had briefly heard about the Ottoman Empire before she left the Pent Empire.
Even if they were the same empire, there was a big difference in the power of the Pent Empire emperor and the Ottoman sultan. The Emperor of the Pent Empire was more appropriately described as the head of an aristocratic union rather than a person with absolute power.
Not only did the local lords have great power, but they also had to consider the opinions of the court nobles staying in the capital. For a long time, the emperor of the Pent Empire was required to have a high level of political power, being able to walk a tightrope among various nobles.
An emperor who was good at it was praised as an outstanding emperor. If he did not do well, he would be forcibly taken down or even assassinated by the nobles.
Jonathan, who managed to silence the nobles to some extent based on the loyalty of the Eastern Expeditionary Force of about 70,000 men, should be said to be a special case. Currently, Jonathan is one of the most powerful emperors throughout the history of the Pent Empire.
However, even Jonathan was like a firefly in front of the moon in front of the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire. The Ottoman Empire
“Everyone except the sultan is a slave.”
The power of the Sultan was so absolute that there was even a saying: Not only commoners and soldiers, but even high-ranking nobles and generals were frozen in front of the sultan.
In the sultan’s court, it was not uncommon for a prime minister from a prestigious family, who until yesterday had been in disrepair, to have his head cut off and all his property his confiscated in a single day.
Local lords would also be subjugated in an instant if they were too fussy. Jonathan’s method of suppressing the nobility with the powerful force of the Eastern Expeditionary Force was already practiced hundreds of years ago by the Ottoman Empire.
The most powerful military group in the Ottoman Empire was the Janissary Legion, the Sultan’s personal guard. Anyone, even a high-ranking noble or a great lord, was immediately subjugated by the Janissary legions the moment they caught the sultan’s attention.
So everyone had no choice but to tremble and please the Sultan. When meeting the sultan, nobles also bowed their heads to the ground.
They would kiss the sultan’s feet and offer tributes such as mountains of gold coins, jewels, works of art, and beautiful women that they had prepared in advance. And
“This wealth is not originally mine; it all belongs to Your Majesty.”
He used to say. A country where all people and property in the empire belong to the sultan. A country where everyone is like a slave in front of the sultan. That was the Ottoman Empire.
Therefore, all the wealth of the country had no choice but to go to the sultan, and the harem palaces where the sultan’s wives and concubines lived had no choice but to be luxuriously decorated.
Helena chuckled as she thought about that as she looked around her bedroom for a moment. She didn’t seem to mind. No, the Ottoman Empire style was more to Helena’s liking than the Pent Empire style.
Aside from the fact that she was a lustful bitch, Helena was like other women in that she dreamed of a life of luxury and glamour.
And it was a matter of no interest to her no matter how much powerless and nameless commoners were squeezed by her ruler for her life her her her her.
She was the empress of this empire. And like all her wives, the empress, the sultan’s wife, was in a position to share and enjoy her husband’s power and wealth without any responsibility.
All I had to do was close my eyes to what was happening behind the scenes. Helena felt that it was a good thing that she was once again getting married to the Ottoman Empire.
Helena, who had been looking around every corner of the bedroom for a while, threw her body onto the circular bed in the center. She was as light as a feather, but as soon as her body touched the bed she sank down.
The bed was that soft. Also, the bed was very springy. She took Helena’s S-line body deep into her own arms, and the next moment, she was thrown up into the air.
“Aaaaak!”
Helena let out a small squeal as she enjoyed the wonderful bounce of the bed for a moment.
While playing like that, Helena suddenly remembered the note that Turgut had given her earlier. She took out the note she had folded up in her arms and read it.
