The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 1, Chapter 11

Oscar didn't know the thoughts that His Majesty the Emperor was spinning right now, he was surrounded by the crowd, when he came out of the Emperor's living room, he suddenly realized that the corridor was crowded with nobles, when they saw Oscar's appearance, the nobles surrounded him, they fought to kiss the back of Oscar's hand, a few respected old gentlemen were also in the line, their thoughts were simple, the youngest Prince in the history of the Titans had just been born! This Prince was not only His Majesty the Third's own nephew, but also the youngest son of the Governor of the Eastern Frontier, his royal status supplemented by the military power of the Anru family, this youngster's future achievements were absolutely immeasurable! Showing him respect now was also absolutely necessary.

Surrounded by the nobles, Osne. Anru. Morissette slowly walked out of Hamilton Palace, when he came in, he was still a "prisoner awaiting trial", but now he walked out, the guards gave him the same salute as the emperor, Oscar wondered, what kind of world is this? Prince for the first time envied the sublime power of the emperor, he really wanted to know that kind of mastery of life is how to feel.

The news in the palace traveled fast, the big and small nobles had long gathered at the entrance of Hamilton Palace. They finally waited for His Royal Highness Prince Osné's carriage, they could not see the situation inside the carriage, but they humbly bowed down their spine, they were interested in Osné. Anru. Mauricette was full of curiosity, and they wondered how this little Prince had changed his fortunes.

Little Oscar was a bit confused, he tried to organize his thoughts, but he didn't have a clue, the teenager had always expected to be able to control his own destiny, and now he had done it, but he didn't know what to do next, it all came so suddenly! He had thought that he would be able to get His Majesty the Emperor to let go of himself and that would be it, but now it was completely different, things were definitely not as simple as they appeared to be.

The young man who had just been crowned Prince always had a bad feeling about this, but he couldn't imagine right now if what might happen next would have an adverse effect on him.

The Penelope Avenue adjacent to Hamilton Palace was bright, the nobles lit all the lamps in their respective homes, they only did this on major festivals and His Majesty's birthday, but this time was a little different, they were there to welcome the freshly crowned Prince, they all saw Oscar's caravan when it entered the Avenue in the morning, and although they also respected the House of Annelu, they didn't dare to show much enthusiastic. Now it was different, totally different, at Hamilton Palace, His Majesty the Emperor had publicly admitted his mistake in his treatment of the House of Anru, so that meant that Anru was reconciled to the Crown. And now His Royal Highness is the best proof of all this.

The nobles who could reside in Penelope Avenue all had more than a hundred years of inheritance, and the keen ones immediately sensed that things had changed, and today was the time for them to perform.

Oscar saw some of the noble families on the avenue even men, women, and children came out in full force, they neatly lined up in front of the door, and the guards stood aside holding the flag embroidered with their emblems. When Oscar's carriage passed by, they saluted respectfully, and he listened to the greetings and praises of His Royal Highness the whole way.

In front of the 31st Avenue Penelope was again a little different from the morning, in the morning those enthusiastic citizens threw the flowers they had picked into the Ducal Palace, a mess that made people uncomfortable to look at, but now, in front of Oscar was a sea of flowers, those exquisite huge flower baskets filled all the open space in front of the Ducal Residence, the baskets fluttered with ribbons tattooed with the nobility's coat of arms, Oscar didn't want to count it, he knew that there were as many as Oscar didn't want to count, he knew that there were as many as two or three hundred.

The ducal residence was mobilized by Madame Anoux! The servants and maids of honor changed into brand new gowns, and Basilica herself dressed carefully in the embroidered family totems that she had not worn in years. Most interesting of all were the Narcissus Knights, who polished the ancient armor that had been passed down through the generations, and polished their swords and lances with care, as fifty high-ranking Narcissus Knights lined up in attack formation in front of the residence, as they had always done to greet their heroes.

The Duchess was filled with excitement and joy! Celia had been the first to rush out in the afternoon at the news that Oscar had been made a Prince! She was going to find out the truth of the news. She kicked Foley several times on her way out; the fellow was so big he blocked the doorway.

Soon all that had been said in the conversation in the palace was known to Basilica word for word. Her mind was on the verge of paralysis for a moment. All worry and fear ceased to exist for a moment! Good heavens! A Prince had arisen in her family, and she had thought that her husband's position and prestige had reached its zenith, but her youngest son had won an even more exalted honor.

The Duchess, dressed in her finery, led all the members of the residence to greet her husband at the door, as she had done before with her other sisters, and now her youngest son had grown up! In the near future he would surely surpass his father. She heard cheers from far and near.

Oscar had anticipated what to expect when he stepped out of the carriage, but he was still a bit surprised when he did see it. The leader of the Narcissus Knights, reserve paladin Camille Reallen, blew the charge. Colonel Reallen blew the horn for the charge! Don't doubt that if they were on the battlefield, countless Buffy Riders would have sprung up behind the bugler when they heard the horn. But now, they are greeting the hero with the charge, yes! AUSNE. Anru. His Royal Highness Prince Morissette had always been a hero in the eyes of the Buffyriders, defending the honor of his family, the dignity of Buffy, who had been brutally imprisoned at a young age by the powers that be. Now the hero has finally received the honor he deserves, and he has triumphed!

The warhorses hissed in displeasure! They could not understand why their master still clung to the reins; usually they would have galloped hard at the sound of that high sound.

The knights strained to control their horses, the battle-hardened little fellows becoming unusually excited at the sound of the charging horn. Buffy knights held their shields in front of them as they raised their lances high in their hands and then slammed them down on their shields ferociously, one at a time, stronger and firmer than the next.

Oscar walked slowly right through the roar of the shields and lances hitting each other, and Oscar felt the sound go right to the deepest recesses of his mind, and it seemed as if his chubby little body was going to explode violently the next moment! He didn't like the coarseness and seriousness of these knights, but at that moment it was these warriors that aroused in him the blood that originated from the House of Anru, the boys of the House of Anru were born warriors!

Oscar stopped in the center of the small triangular formation of 50 knights, he didn't know why he stopped, he just saw the Manticore Daffodil Flag enlarging in his eyes.

Oscar couldn't stand it any longer, he clenched his fists, raised his arms to the sky, and almost instinctively used all his strength to shout the charge, "Anruhara!"

The knights became unusually frantic upon hearing this cry! They echoed the Prince with louder voices, "Anruhara!" "Anruhara!" "Anruhara!" Their warhorses stood up! Their lances pointed to the sky again and again!

Anruhara is the capital of Narcissus County, the "Eastern Capital" of the Titan Empire. "Hara means "long live" in the ancient Titan language! For 400 years, the daffodil flower has been embedded in the soul of the Knights of Narcissus, and Anruhara represents their spirit. The simple word "Anruhara" can send a knight into battle frenzied, or it can send a knight into death in peace.

The tiger roar of the 50 knights resounded through the clouds and sky, and the sound echoed throughout the Penelope Avenue for a long time. Those powerful nobles really saw the Anru Family's Narcissus Knights for the first time, and for the first time, they witnessed the centuries-old pride of the Anru Family.

Every member of the Anru family present cried, whether it was the duchess or those servants and maids. Their young master had won great honor for the family in the capital, thousands of miles away from home, and he had asked the family's warriors to spread "Anruhara" all over the night sky, where only the emperor could be honored. What could be more moving than that? Tears blurred the eyes of everyone present.

Othniel. Anru. Morissette was crying too, but his tear ducts were destroyed and all he could do was tremble all over. He swore to the God of Light in the far heavens that one day he would lead a thousand armies to roar as fiercely as this day!

The night of victory was intoxicating, and the Duchess, in her unprecedented drunkenness, lifted up her skirts and danced the "Dance of Narcissus" in the largest parlor of the mansion, the dance of Narcissus, the dance of the maidens for heroes, which was so famous for its fervor and exuberance, that some of the stodgy Brighton priests denounced it as debauched. The knights were afraid to come forward to dance with the lady because of her status, but they shouted around them, and the lady danced even more wildly.

The parlor was a carnival-like scene.

As the protagonist, Osne. Anru. Mauricette did not attend the Lady's party; he was now His Royal Highness the Prince. He doesn't yet know the power that this title represents, and he doesn't see any real benefits yet.

Prince Ossigne's origins were very somewhat questionable. No one knew exactly what had happened to him during those days in Domolga, but it was clear to the criminals of the Western Continent that a teenage bigot had inherited the King's Coat of Arms, which represented the rulers of the Dark World, in that most horrible prison in the world.

Oscar never considered himself a good person. He was young, but already had a large and stable business and income, his allies run smuggling, d**g trafficking, piracy, robbery, human trafficking and other illegal activities, in these large "transactions" have Oscar's commission, the black money through the exceptionally secret channels into the Narcissus County treasury, and directly responsible for the income of the youngest son of the Lord Duke also responsible for the youngest son's The Duke who is directly responsible for his youngest son's income also marveled at the huge figures.

Oscar was enjoying his dinner in the small parlor connected to his bedroom, he had a good appetite, far from the sea it was not easy to find fresh seafood in Turin, the duchess sent her butler to run all over the city to get these fresh shrimps and crabs. Oscar loved the unique salty flavor of seafood.

The delicious food didn't stop him from thinking about his relationship with his father, who he knew didn't disapprove of his sinful behavior.

There shouldn't be any sane father in the world who would want his son to be a criminal, and the Duke, while not visibly encouraging it, had given Oscar the utmost support, both in personnel and material terms, for his major operation. Oscar believes that without his father's help he would never have been free.

Although Oscar possessed the King's Crest of the Dark World, he had to have the assurance of strength to gain the recognition of those bigwigs. No one would doubt the strength of the Anru family, so what those bigwigs really valued was his father. The Duke didn't ignore his youngest son as rumored, he protected him at all times, or else the boy would have been destroyed in Domolga to the point that he wouldn't even have ashes left.

Oscar didn't know why his father did what he did, he was under the impression that his father was a man of love and hate, the Duke had always stayed away from people and things he didn't like. Perhaps his father loved him deeply. Oscar couldn't help but shake his head at the thought, the idea didn't seem to hold water, the Duke had never shown much love for him or his mother.

A knock on the door interrupted Oscar's thoughts, the visitor was his little sister. Sashay. Netagapo. Ms. Anru gave his brother a hearty hug as soon as he entered.

Oscar stroked his sister's head out of habit after releasing her, a habit from his childhood, but Oscar had found his old senses immediately after meeting the little lady in the morning, and Sasha cooperated, becoming like a tame kitten at her brother's caresses.

"Welcome! My little princess! Your arrival fills my heart with light." Oscar said.

"Thank you, my little knight, your presence has likewise lit up my life." A moving smile spread across Sasha's lips.

End of Volume 1