The Oath of Loyalty

The words were followed by a meaningful silence. At that moment, every head of the family rose from their seats, bowing deeply in respect. With synchronized movements, they knelt, their voices rumbling in a pledge of loyalty to the Kasghar Empire. The oath was like an invisible chain binding them to the new order that was beginning to take shape.

After the oath concluded, Ningning stepped forward with graceful poise. "Next, the council members and district leaders will contribute troops to strengthen our defenses," she announced firmly. Her voice carried both calmness and authority.

Ningning descended from the podium, followed by Ayato and Arpi, who carried scrolls and a silver plaque. With loud, synchronized voices, they declared, "We commit 15,000 troops to the Empire."

Arga rose from his seat. His gaze, filled with deep appreciation, rested on them. "Thank you. All of you, district leaders, will be remembered as invaluable contributors to the Kasghar Empire," he said in a deep, sincere tone.

Not long after, a palace aide entered the room hastily. "Your Majesty, the Imperial troops have returned. Captain Patimura requests permission to report," he said respectfully.

Arga nodded. "Let him in."

Everyone present turned as a soldier in full gear entered the room. He walked to the center and knelt respectfully. "Your Majesty, we've conducted patrols along the Siferian border. There are no suspicious movements, but it seems they're assembling troops for routine drills. Additionally, we received reports from explorers that the expedition to the Kasghar Mountains has been withdrawn. The reasons behind this decision remain unknown."

The vast Soltera Desert stretched under the setting sun, casting golden shadows on the horizon. The rustling wind carried the scent of dust and rare moisture, evoking a deceptive tranquility. Behind the fortress of the Kasghar Empire, Arga sat upright in the grand hall, listening intently to the report being delivered.

"As for the Alderan border," Patimura said calmly but firmly, "there's nothing suspicious. However, the border with Soltera remains a challenge. The expansive Sahara Desert serves as both a natural defense and an obstacle to comprehensive surveillance. Meanwhile, our relations with Riveria remain favorable. They view us as a collection of small villages posing no threat, which I believe works to our advantage."

Arga nodded slowly, his face full of concentration. "Very well. Thank you for your hard work. Let the troops rest until evening; after that, they will resume their duties." His voice was deep and authoritative, giving the impression that every decision had been carefully considered.

From a corner of the room, arpin spoke up. "Your Majesty, whose troops are these? Didn't we just commit our forces to the Empire?"

Arga offered a faint smile, exuding an unshakable calm. "They are the Imperial Guard," he replied. "Last night, I ordered them to patrol. I was concerned about the possibility of a surprise attack during the night. Although they initially refused, prioritizing my safety, I convinced them that the people of Kasghar are more important. I can be replaced, but if our people are destroyed, everything will be in vain."

Those words stirred every heart present. Ayato and several elders remained silent, captivated by Arga's dedication. However, Arpi's child felt differently. Their sharp gaze focused on Ningning, barely concealing a simmering hatred. Bitter memories of the tavern incident still haunted them, widening the cracks in their relationship.

As the meeting drew to a close, Arga stood. He surveyed the room with a commanding gaze, ensuring that every word he spoke would leave an imprint on their minds.

"I just want to emphasize," he began slowly, his voice filling the room, "that every decision made by the Empire is to protect us all. Within less than a month, I believe this Empire will stand strong. But I am also aware that this announcement will attract the attention of many, including those who seek to create chaos."

He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing with a heavier tone, "I swear with all my heart, soul, and body... I will protect this Empire!"

"Long live the Kasghar Empire!" he shouted, raising his fist into the air. His voice resonated, prompting a unified cheer from everyone present. The roar echoed beyond the palace walls, carrying newfound hope to those outside.

As the crowd began to disperse, the grand hall was left in a calm contrast to the earlier uproar. Arga glanced at Ningning, who stood nearby, his eyes filled with understanding and resolve. "We must act swiftly," he said softly.

Moments later, they gathered in a private room with Patimura. The space was warm, illuminated by the crackling fire in the hearth. Arga invited them to sit, his voice remaining calm but authoritative.

"Please, have a seat," he urged. Ningning and Patimura bowed their heads before taking their places. They knew this discussion would shape the strategic steps determining the Empire's future.

"We must ensure that every border is secured," Arga began, his gaze serious. "Especially Soltera. The Sahara Desert may serve as a natural shield, but it's also a significant challenge for us. If the enemy manages to exploit it, we are in danger."

Ningning nodded, her hands already noting the plans forming in her mind. "I will ensure that logistics shipments to the outposts are reinforced. We also need to build more watchtowers along the border."

Patimura calmly added, "I will organize a rotation schedule for the troops. We can't let them stay in one place for too long; it will dull their vigilance."

Arga nodded in agreement. "Good. We must not only defend but also demonstrate strength. This Empire will not falter in the face of any threat."

The conversation continued into the night, with plans meticulously crafted and refined. Outside, the moon began to rise, its soft light illuminating the Kasghar palace, which was just beginning its journey toward glory. Inside that room, three determined figures worked tirelessly, ensuring that Arga's vow would not remain mere words.

Arga surveyed the room with eyes full of vigilance. The dim light from the oil lamp cast dancing shadows on the walls, heightening the tension within the space. With steady hands, he unrolled a scroll containing the imperial army's deployment report. The characters written on it seemed like symbols imbued with profound meaning, bearing an extraordinary weight of responsibility.

"Alright, let's begin," Arga said, his voice firm yet calm. His eyes meticulously scanned the document before lifting his gaze toward Patimura. "By the way, where are our troops now?" he asked, breaking the silence.