Chapter 478: Military Seals!

Chapter 478: Military Seals!

SLORYN

Fleur Family

"We lost more than half of the troops that were sent there to ambush the soldiers from Korusta," the Patriarch of the Fleur Family, Patriarch Fleur, seethed as he glared at Brinley. The tension in the room was palpable as other family members and advisors watched the confrontation unfold. "Would you like to explain this matter?" Lord Fleur demanded, his voice filled with a mix of anger and sorrow.

Brinley didn't seem fazed by the Patriarch's wrath. Instead, a smug smirk crept across his face as he replied, "Would you want me to explain?" His nonchalant response only fueled Lord Fleur's frustration.

"You really dared to send our people to their death? Brinley, what has gotten into you?" Patriarch Fleur spoke, his voice trembling. "The Emperor demands an explanation about this matter, and you shall answer for the lives lost."

"The soldiers from Korusta fight alongside sorcerers. They have a way to win without lifting their weapons," Brinley explained defiantly. "Those people are cowards who hide behind the help of sorcery!" He paused for a moment before adding, "The Emperor is already aware of this. Is there a need for me to explain it to the citizens?"

As news of the defeat spread throughout Sloryn, panic engulfed the city. The grand festival that happened a few days ago, became a haunting reminder of the looming threat.

Fearing for their lives, many people sought refuge outside the city, away from the horrors of war. The situation worsened as nobles who harbored grudges against the current Monarch saw an opportunity to sow discord among the common people.

Ena Thun finally spoke up. Her face was grave, mirroring the seriousness of the situation. "Korusta would never have declared war against us unless they were prepared," she stated. "We need to call for a meeting with the other noble families. Together, we can find a way to stop Korusta's aggression and protect our city."

While she had never been afraid of Korusta's military might, the failure of the ambush made her wonder if the enemy was concealing something more sinister. There were whispers of dark sorceries, ancient powers that could tip the balance of the war in Korusta's favor.

With tensions rising and the safety of Sloryn at stake, the Empire descended into a state of unrest. Crime rates soared as opportunistic criminals took advantage of the panicked populace. Schools remained empty as parents refused to risk their children's lives, and the streets filled with people frantically hoarding essential goods and medicines.

But beneath the surface turmoil, shadows moved in secret. Spies and conspirators from both sides plotted and schemed, hoping to exploit the vulnerability of the warring factions for their gain. In this time of crisis, not only physical battles but also covert power struggles were fought.

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As the meeting continued, the Patriarch of the Fleur Family emerged as a formidable strategist, detailing plans for gathering intelligence, fortifying defenses, and employing guerrilla tactics. The nobles, once skeptical of her abilities, now listened with newfound respect, realizing that their salvation lay in her unwavering resolve.

Amid the tense atmosphere, the Emperor himself spoke, announcing a crucial decision. The Korusta Empire demanded the surrender of Brinley, the blessed child with a significant role in Sloryn's fate. But the Emperor was resolute, refusing to bow down to such demands. Instead, he proposed dividing the troops, into two factions led by the capable Blessedness Ena Thun and the strategic Patriarch Fleur, respectively. The twist came when the Emperor asked all the nobles to temporarily relinquish their military seals to these two leaders.

The sudden announcement sent shockwaves through the assembly. The military seal symbolized power, loyalty, and a noble's identity as a leader of their forces. To hand it over, even temporarily, was an extraordinary and unprecedented act. The nobles exchanged anxious glances, grappling with the gravity of the decision.

Murmurs of concern and disbelief filled the air. The idea of surrendering their military seals, a symbol of their power and authority, was met with resistance from some nobles.

Duke Cedric furrowed his brow, contemplating the situation. Right now, the room was divided into two factions - those who supported the Emperor's proposal and those who opposed it vehemently.

"Your Majesty, how could we give up the Military Seal that has been with us for centuries?" One of the nobles who held a few thousand soldiers spoke. "Is there really nothing that we can do aside from giving up the seal?"

The grand hall fell into hushed tension as the noble's words hung in the air like a heavy fog. The question echoed the sentiment of many gathered in the room, each of them tightly clutching their respective military seals, that had become symbols of pride and heritage passed down through generations.

The Emperor nodded. He understood the weight of the noble's concerns. His eyes scanned the faces of those present, each one displaying a mix of fear and determination.

He knew that asking them to relinquish their military seals was no small request. These seals represented not only their authority and power but also their identity as leaders responsible for protecting their people and lands.

Taking a deep breath, the Emperor rose from his throne, and the hall fell silent as all eyes fixated on him. "My fellow nobles, I understand the gravity of this decision. The military seals have indeed been cherished relics of our ancestors, and their significance runs deep in our history."

He paused for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending threat and the sacrifices required to safeguard the Empire. "But we find ourselves at the precipice of an unprecedented crisis, facing an enemy whose ambitions know no bounds. The Korusta Empire seeks to divide us, to exploit any cracks in our unity. If we stand fragmented, we will fall, and our beloved Sloryn will be no more."

Upon hearing this, the Duke's brows furrowed, a foreboding sensation settling like a heavy stone in the pit of his stomach. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he sensed that something was gravely amiss with the Emperor!

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