Chapter 1763: Prudent Choice
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Chapter 1763 Prudent Choice
While uncertainty, concern, and loss of confidence had sparked within the halls of the Rafia Faction, it wasn't the only place.
"The Kandrian Throne War has completely changed."
Within the halls of a military command center in the capital town of Vargard. Many figures, garbed in military attire, sat on either side of a bare metal table, scattered with files and documents, extending across the large spheric command center. "A new prince has appeared."
Prince Randal stood at the head of the table with arms locked behind his back and split feet. His posture was stiff and disciplined, unmoving.
"The unfortunate reality is that our campaign is bound to stall. However, I can assure you that I, Randal Kandria, swear on the great name of Kandria to do everything in my power to overtake my competitors," Prince Randal boldly declared.
He was lying, of course.
He had greater mental fortitude than his sister, Princess Rafia, which was why he had come to terms with the fact that he was truly and completely defeated. The reawakening of the Emperor of Harmony, his father, had given him dim hope that he could rely on his father's enormous power and authority to gain a Royal Pardon, which would make him immune from persecution from the Martial Union against Rui Quarrier.
Only his father had the power to oppose the Martial Union.
However, an outcome worse than even his worst nightmares had unfolded.
Not only had Rui Quarrier turned out to be his brother, he turned out to be the favored son of the Emperor of Harmony.
The chosen heir.
"...A prudent choice," The grand general nodded slowly. "Knowing your enemy's objectives is an important part of war strategy."
Prince Randal inwardly heaved a deep sigh of relief. He would be in deep trouble if the esteemed military man disapproved of the prince. "Prince Rui Quarrier Kandria, hm?" The grand general narrowed his eyes. "I do not approve of him. I am constantly hearing one thing or the other about him. Frankly, it is quite the eyesore that the Martial Union got their hands on such a rare and incredible talent."
Prince Randal heaved a sigh. "It's unfortunate, but the Martial Union excels at snatching up Martial talent."
The Grand General scoffed. "This is despite the fact that our fiscal budget allocation exceeds that of the net annual profit of the Martial Union."
He turned towards the Prince with stern eyes. "As I recall, Your Highness, one of your promises to me when I acquiesced to giving you my support was taking endeavors to increase the recruitment influx and retention rate of the Kandrian Royal Army, was it not?"
"It indeed was, Grand General Aramoeous," Prince Randal nodded. "I have not forgotten that endeavor. My administration has already begun coordinating with the Ministry of Education in setting up sixteen military schools to counterbalance the sixteen Martial Academies of the Martial Union."
"Hm," The Grand General nodded. "Good. We must not allow the Martial Union to snatch any more talents of the Kandrian Empire from us."
His eyes narrowed. "His Highness Prince Rui...what are the chances that he will make a bid for the throne?"
"...I cannot say, but I do not believe that it will be low," Prince Randal replied. "He had displayed an interest in the outcome of the Kandrian Throne War and even engaged in a transaction where he elevated Prince Raijun a Martial Squire."
"...Is he a Martial Supremacist then?" Grand General Aramoeous' face crumpled with disgust.
"Certainly not," Prince Randal shook his head. "However, his popularity and approval from the Martial Union is so high that he does not need to subscribe to Martial Supremacist ideology in order to earn the support of much of the Martial Union. In fact, he probably does not need to subscribe to any ideology to earn their support."
Prince Randal heaved a depressed sigh inwardly. Just thinking about the sheer momentum that his new half-brother would be gaining was just deeply despairing, he wished he could live in a world where Rui Quarrier didn't exist.
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Chapter 1763 Prudent Choice
While uncertainty, concern, and loss of confidence had sparked within the halls of the Rafia Faction, it wasn't the only place.
"The Kandrian Throne War has completely changed."
Within the halls of a military command center in the capital town of Vargard. Many figures, garbed in military attire, sat on either side of a bare metal table, scattered with files and documents, extending across the large spheric command center. "A new prince has appeared."
Prince Randal stood at the head of the table with arms locked behind his back and split feet. His posture was stiff and disciplined, unmoving.
"The unfortunate reality is that our campaign is bound to stall. However, I can assure you that I, Randal Kandria, swear on the great name of Kandria to do everything in my power to overtake my competitors," Prince Randal boldly declared.
He was lying, of course.
He had greater mental fortitude than his sister, Princess Rafia, which was why he had come to terms with the fact that he was truly and completely defeated. The reawakening of the Emperor of Harmony, his father, had given him dim hope that he could rely on his father's enormous power and authority to gain a Royal Pardon, which would make him immune from persecution from the Martial Union against Rui Quarrier.
Only his father had the power to oppose the Martial Union.
However, an outcome worse than even his worst nightmares had unfolded.
Not only had Rui Quarrier turned out to be his brother, he turned out to be the favored son of the Emperor of Harmony.
The chosen heir.
"...A prudent choice," The grand general nodded slowly. "Knowing your enemy's objectives is an important part of war strategy."
Prince Randal inwardly heaved a deep sigh of relief. He would be in deep trouble if the esteemed military man disapproved of the prince. "Prince Rui Quarrier Kandria, hm?" The grand general narrowed his eyes. "I do not approve of him. I am constantly hearing one thing or the other about him. Frankly, it is quite the eyesore that the Martial Union got their hands on such a rare and incredible talent."
Prince Randal heaved a sigh. "It's unfortunate, but the Martial Union excels at snatching up Martial talent."
The Grand General scoffed. "This is despite the fact that our fiscal budget allocation exceeds that of the net annual profit of the Martial Union."
He turned towards the Prince with stern eyes. "As I recall, Your Highness, one of your promises to me when I acquiesced to giving you my support was taking endeavors to increase the recruitment influx and retention rate of the Kandrian Royal Army, was it not?"
"It indeed was, Grand General Aramoeous," Prince Randal nodded. "I have not forgotten that endeavor. My administration has already begun coordinating with the Ministry of Education in setting up sixteen military schools to counterbalance the sixteen Martial Academies of the Martial Union."
"Hm," The Grand General nodded. "Good. We must not allow the Martial Union to snatch any more talents of the Kandrian Empire from us."
His eyes narrowed. "His Highness Prince Rui...what are the chances that he will make a bid for the throne?"
"...I cannot say, but I do not believe that it will be low," Prince Randal replied. "He had displayed an interest in the outcome of the Kandrian Throne War and even engaged in a transaction where he elevated Prince Raijun a Martial Squire."
"...Is he a Martial Supremacist then?" Grand General Aramoeous' face crumpled with disgust.
"Certainly not," Prince Randal shook his head. "However, his popularity and approval from the Martial Union is so high that he does not need to subscribe to Martial Supremacist ideology in order to earn the support of much of the Martial Union. In fact, he probably does not need to subscribe to any ideology to earn their support."
Prince Randal heaved a depressed sigh inwardly. Just thinking about the sheer momentum that his new half-brother would be gaining was just deeply despairing, he wished he could live in a world where Rui Quarrier didn't exist.
Chapter 1763 Prudent Choice While uncertainty, concern, and loss of confidence had sparked within the halls of the Rafia Faction, it wasn't the only place. "The Kandrian Throne War has completely changed." Within the halls of a military command center in the capital town of Vargard. Many figures, garbed in military attire, sat on either side of a bare metal table, scattered with files and documents, extending across the large spheric command center. "A new prince has appeared." Prince Randal stood at the head of the table with arms locked behind his back and split feet. His posture was stiff and disciplined, unmoving. "The unfortunate reality is that our campaign is bound to stall. However, I can assure you that I, Randal Kandria, swear on the great name of Kandria to do everything in my power to overtake my competitors," Prince Randal boldly declared. He was lying, of course. He had greater mental fortitude than his sister, Princess Rafia, which was why he had come to terms with the fact that he was truly and completely defeated. The reawakening of the Emperor of Harmony, his father, had given him dim hope that he could rely on his father's enormous power and authority to gain a Royal Pardon, which would make him immune from persecution from the Martial Union against Rui Quarrier. Only his father had the power to oppose the Martial Union. However, an outcome worse than even his worst nightmares had unfolded. Not only had Rui Quarrier turned out to be his brother, he turned out to be the favored son of the Emperor of Harmony. The chosen heir. "...A prudent choice," The grand general nodded slowly. "Knowing your enemy's objectives is an important part of war strategy." Prince Randal inwardly heaved a deep sigh of relief. He would be in deep trouble if the esteemed military man disapproved of the prince. "Prince Rui Quarrier Kandria, hm?" The grand general narrowed his eyes. "I do not approve of him. I am constantly hearing one thing or the other about him. Frankly, it is quite the eyesore that the Martial Union got their hands on such a rare and incredible talent." Prince Randal heaved a sigh. "It's unfortunate, but the Martial Union excels at snatching up Martial talent." The Grand General scoffed. "This is despite the fact that our fiscal budget allocation exceeds that of the net annual profit of the Martial Union." He turned towards the Prince with stern eyes. "As I recall, Your Highness, one of your promises to me when I acquiesced to giving you my support was taking endeavors to increase the recruitment influx and retention rate of the Kandrian Royal Army, was it not?" "It indeed was, Grand General Aramoeous," Prince Randal nodded. "I have not forgotten that endeavor. My administration has already begun coordinating with the Ministry of Education in setting up sixteen military schools to counterbalance the sixteen Martial Academies of the Martial Union." "Hm," The Grand General nodded. "Good. We must not allow the Martial Union to snatch any more talents of the Kandrian Empire from us." His eyes narrowed. "His Highness Prince Rui...what are the chances that he will make a bid for the throne?" "...I cannot say, but I do not believe that it will be low," Prince Randal replied. "He had displayed an interest in the outcome of the Kandrian Throne War and even engaged in a transaction where he elevated Prince Raijun a Martial Squire." "...Is he a Martial Supremacist then?" Grand General Aramoeous' face crumpled with disgust. "Certainly not," Prince Randal shook his head. "However, his popularity and approval from the Martial Union is so high that he does not need to subscribe to Martial Supremacist ideology in order to earn the support of much of the Martial Union. In fact, he probably does not need to subscribe to any ideology to earn their support." Prince Randal heaved a depressed sigh inwardly. Just thinking about the sheer momentum that his new half-brother would be gaining was just deeply despairing, he wished he could live in a world where Rui Quarrier didn't exist.
