POV: The Emperor

In a majestic throne room made out of gold and mitril, an old man sits at his golden throne. The throne of kings, legend says that whomever controls the golden throne will be able to control the ancient souls of the ancestral guardians.

"Your majesty, the crown Prince have gather 121 youths at his compound" a kneeling knight face the Emperor as he reports every detail.

After the report the Emperor nodded and order the throne room to be emptied, only leaving a handful of trusted aids.

"Oracle Kados, what do you think?" The Emperor ask the old man by his side. Oracle Kados stroke his long beard, closing his right eye then mumbling some ancient words.

After less than a minute, Kados look at the Emperor and smiled.

"Boy, your son just solve one of our problems, this 121 younglings is the key of stopping the empires demise. Hahaha, be thankful to the God of War as he gave you a talented inheritor"

Oracle Kados laughed, as he tells the Emperor the good news. However, he stop and continued.

"However, the route of your son taking will be bloody and destructive."

Kados faces the Emperor and stared at his eyes.

"Boy, you should prepare well at the time to come, in a few years revolution will bound to happen" Oracle Kados laughed

HHearing what Oracle Kados have said. The Emperor stood up and nodded. He left with his trusted advisor only leaving behind Oracle Kados.

"The future is bright but bloody, he can unite or destroy the entire continent and even the world. What would he choose. Depending of his choice I will serve him as my true Lord. Ho ho ho." The Oracle mumbles as he left the throne room.

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In the royal dining the young Prince is sitting a the end of the table. A large feast fills the table with exotic foods made most of monsters.

"Duke Madras, I know you are anxious please tell this highness what's the matter." The Prince continue to drink his tea looking at the worried duke at the opposite of the table.

"Your highness if you may please release my daughter, the contract on my body should be enough to compensate for my loyalty." the duke gulp and bow to the Prince.

Rall placed his tea at the table then looked at the duke smiling.

"Duke Madras, as the head of the Noble Faction, it's unbefitting of your current attitude, my fiance is safe and sound and currently at a safe location, as long as you finish my request you will be able to see your daughter in the coming months."

Then Prince Gregory stood up to face the door, he put both of his hand at his back and step forward.

SEeing the prince leaving the Duke with a solemn face, extends his hands towards the prince; however, his body stop, and been engulfed by an unknown force. Then the Prince stop and looked at the duke smiling.

"Finish the job and you will get what you want, failure will only cause the destruction of your family. I expect a lot from you Duke Madras."

Rall left the dinning room smiling. Then the duke felt the force binding his body slowly dissipate, then he knelt down only saying "Yes, your highness."

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POV: Duke Madras

After the Prince left he quickly rode the carriage back to his estate. Think about the request of the Prince, he solemnly orders his loyal subordinates to gather.

A few hours later in the meeting room. A loud stomp broke the entire table.

"Duke are you mad!. Doing this will ruin everything the Empire has built for!" An angry noble shout back at the duke.

"We don't have a choice, if we fail his highness will dispose of us, don't you remember what happen a month ago?" A noble interject

"If we did that our reputations and honor will all turn to Fucking dust!" The angry noble

Duke Madras sighed then stood up.

"We will become the traitors to the Empire, and his highness promised as the safety of our families. We don't have a choice on the matter, the only choice we have is too follow what his highness have ordered. Are we clear"

The duke and the nobles sighed as they foresee their own future demise.

His highness wants an absolute power, doing this will only weaken the Empire. What is his goals.

The thought as he leaves the meeting room.

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358 First Month of the Norman Calendar

The Noble Faction lead by Duke Madras rebelled against the Empire.