🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Erika hands him a newspaper:
- Meet him. His Majesty Tylotti I! King and ruler of all Calcite! Ha-ha-ha-ha...

-- Are you kidding? After the pit, a sense of humor is a good thing. Okay, here's the newspaper.
Ushumgallu grabs the newspaper and starts reading – standing up. Despite the absurdity of Erika's words, everyone has such serious faces, and he has a bad feeling, which gets even worse when he sees the publication date. The situation in the west – how much time has passed? Aristocry is indeed a joker; luckily, he made it to Ruzaniel before all this. The walls are good. The siege is good. The king is really fighting. The marriage...
He didn't read these lines; he saw them, felt them, and once again, all the anger that had been brewing in the stinking pit for weeks overwhelmed him, only this time, Ginza was no longer its object. His vision darkens. Crumpling the newspaper, he throws it with such force that he hopes to break through the wall.
-- I'll kill him! -- Ushumgallu roared, and the cry echoed in his lungs with such pain that the Calcite man folded in half. -- I'll kill...
Wracked with coughing, he leans against the back of the cot, realizing that one more such outburst – and he will most likely burst blood vessels in his brain. He breathes. He thinks. He pushes the red haze away from his eyes. Picking up and smoothing out the newspaper, he finally finishes reading.
-- Don't tell me that John is our friend Zibab. He seemed like a decent guy; he couldn't have messed up that badly, could he?...