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Chapter 37 - Chapter 37: Fiona

"I've heard that after marrying that human girl, Amigul never even touched her," said one of the winged soldiers, the news carrying through the air.

"Amigul's tastes remain consistent then. But the meaning of this act is far from simple," Jano murmured thoughtfully.

As the first emperor of the Goblin Empire, with the power to establish a new dynasty, Amigul was no fool. His actions were never without purpose.

Jano paused, deep in thought, before a realization struck him. "I understand now!"

He turned to the winged officials who had accompanied him. "We should avoid interacting with the humans for now. Amigul's decision to marry the human girl, Fiona, but not to favor her, is his way of sending us a message."

"What message, boss?" the little turtle, still confused, asked.

"There's a deeper meaning?" The little turtle, in his usual straightforward manner, seemed almost overwhelmed by the complexity of intelligent races' plans. "Wow, I need to learn more about this stuff!"

"I get it now!" said Inona, one of the winged girls, with a sudden realization. "Amigul taking the human leader's daughter into his harem without showing any affection—it's a way of telling us that humans belong to him. He's making sure we don't get any ideas about them!"

"Exactly!" Jano said, giving Inona a proud smile. "You're very smart, Inona!"

Inona smiled sweetly, clearly pleased with the compliment.

Half a month later, the new city of Proadas was bustling with life. Wisdom races from all over the Goblin Alliance poured into the city, boosting its population significantly. With the steady influx of Goblins migrating from all corners of the continent, Proadas was now home to nearly a million residents. Of these, more than 900,000 were Goblins alone.

This day marked the beginning of spring, a season of rebirth. The entire city of Proadas felt monumental and grand, as the day was set for Amigul's coronation as the Emperor of the Goblin Empire. Every Goblin citizen seemed jubilant.

From the skies, one could see all the Goblins gathered at the foot of Proadas Mountain, waiting in silence. Large groups of Goblin soldiers stood atop the city walls and along the streets, their eyes focused on the direction of the royal palace, heads slightly bowed in reverence.

At the front of the royal palace, on a vast square paved with white stone bricks, Jano stood alongside his trusted winged guards and leaders from other races. A few thousand people were gathered at the right side of the plaza. Outside the city, the armies of the allied races stood in formation.

To the left stood the Goblin nobles, including the Grand Sage and High Priest, with nearly ten thousand people present. In the center of the square, a wide red carpet ran from the outer plaza all the way to the base of the royal palace, extending up the nine-hundred steps to the throne room.

The entire square was guarded by elite Goblin soldiers, their gleaming armor shining in the sunlight as they held their weapons with great pride and discipline. The air was thick with solemnity.

When the sun reached its zenith, Jano, standing in the ranks, suddenly heard a loud, resonant voice proclaiming:

"The savior of Ferland, the destroyer of the Titans, the brave and fearless Goblin Lord, the leader of the Continental Alliance, the great Amigul, approaches!"

Jano turned his head to the source of the voice. He saw a group of Goblin warriors walking ahead, and the voice had come from one of the extraordinary individuals among them.

Amigul walked proudly at the center, his demeanor powerful, almost like a king with a conqueror's presence. Beside him was a female Goblin, dressed in luxurious attire. Behind them was a retinue of nearly three hundred of Amigul's concubines.

Among them, Jano immediately spotted Fiona, the human girl he had once met. Due to her height—significantly taller than the average Goblin women, who barely reached four and a half feet—she stood out like a beacon.

But Jano's gaze shifted as he observed her expression: she looked pale and frail. Her once-beautiful face was now drained of vitality, almost sickly. The once-confident, radiant human leader was now a shadow of her former self.