"Remember, we've already taken our stand against Her Highness Ivenya. If one day she truly ascends the throne, what will become of you all?" Grand Duchess Inota continued.
"Exactly... Our sovereigns. The sovereign sitting on that throne has always been a Dragon King, while we're nothing but a flock of sheep. Look at the crests around us. How many of the old families from the founding days are still around? But the flock can't be eaten forever!" Grand Duke Senqin rambled on.
Grand Duchess Inota shot him a strange look.
Quite a few of the sharper nobles present also thought the old fellow might be going senile. He sounded like a resentful wife, which was a serious blow to morale, and he was clearly voicing discontent with the sovereigns of the past.
If someone with an agenda heard this and took it out of context, they'd think this noble coalition army wasn't fighting for "glorious tradition" at all, but was planning to take advantage of the chaos and rebel against the Dawn Royal House.
...Wait, was the old fellow actually planning that?
And so, though the great lords' encouragement had managed to lift the spirits of the feudal nobles making up the "rebel army" a little, the army's leaders felt that, although everyone had their own agenda, all would be well as soon as they launched their attack.
On January 20, 287, the fleets of both sides formed their lines in the spacious Luyuan System in the Jijiang Sector. A great battle that would decide the fate of the Galactic Empire began.
It had to be admitted that these militarily vigorous imperial nobles were corrupt and reactionary, but their abilities were undiminished. At least, they had no problems when it came to military affairs.
They knew they had the numbers,