Three months later,
A new report came from the royal capital of Proadas.
Several of Emperor Amigul's sons were displeased with the sudden coronation of the Thirteenth Prince, Milan Amigul. They fled the capital to their fiefs, rallied their clans, and declared rebellion.
Among them were the Fifteenth, Eighteenth, Twenty-First, and Twenty-Fifth Princes.
They sought to dethrone Milan Amigul and claim the throne for themselves!
The armies of the four princes, along with the second emperor of the Goblin Empire, clashed fiercely within the empire's borders.
Out of the 1,500 noble lords in the Goblin Empire—excluding the two great dukes and thirty marquises on the frontier, as well as more than 500 earls, viscounts, and barons—almost all the other lords were drawn into the rebellion.
Meanwhile, the various races across the continent were beginning to stir.
Some even joined the princes' factions, hoping to gain the greatest benefits from the chaos.
As for the closest foreign race, the humans, their tribe leader, Reinhardt, was reading a letter.
"Reinhardt, my brother, Father's mysterious death has plunged the empire into chaos. Many of the empire's citizens have perished in this war! I had no intention of waging war, but I also know I must stop this rebellion!"
"I have secretly secured the support of Duke Maylo Azeba of the southern region."
"I know that your human tribe is capable of riding griffins. I would like to ask your people to mount the griffins and fight for me. Once successful, I will lift many of the restrictions the Goblins have placed on your people and grant your tribe land in the northern territory!"
"If you choose to support me, please send an envoy within three months. I will begin marching soon, and we can arrange our campaign."
Late that night, in his tent,
Reinhardt frowned as he read the letter from the Nineteenth Prince. He fell into a deep silence.
Beside him, several human elders and his mother, Fiona, had also read the letter. They were divided in their opinions.
Some thought it was too risky—his people were few, and they lived under the watchful eyes of the Goblins.
Others felt it was a chance they could not miss. The humans were trapped in the Goblin capital, and they were at risk of disaster whenever the emperor felt displeased. This might be their only opportunity to break free!
After all, under the Goblin emperor's watchful eye, the humans had not prospered. In three hundred years, they had barely grown to a few tens of thousands!
The group was divided, and Reinhardt struggled to make a decision.
This was a matter of his people's fate, and the pressure weighed heavily on him!
At this moment, only his mother, Fiona, had yet to voice an opinion.
Reinhardt turned to her directly.
"Mother, what do you think I should do?"
At present, the few tens of thousands of humans were the result of the sacrifices made by the elders of the Refuge. Reinhardt knew that Fiona loved the humans more than he did.
Fiona smiled at him and said,
"My son, you are now the leader of your people, and you must bear the responsibility for their survival. But on this matter, you should consult your father! I believe he won't miss the chance presented by the turmoil within the Goblin Empire!"
Upon hearing this, Reinhardt looked toward the distant east, toward the East Coast.
"Father... I understand now, Mother. From the capital to the East Coast, the griffin ride takes just over a month. That should be enough time. I'll go personally."
Twenty days later, Reinhardt arrived once again at the East Coast.