Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1301 Prince's Resolve

"Go and rest for now, Kronos," Ava remarked, her tone heavy with exhaustion. "Tomorrow, you must keep your siblings entertained. Allow me some time to reflect on this matter."

Having raised him since he was an infant, Ava understood the internal mechanisms of his mind. She knew that pushing back forcefully at this moment would only cause him to become more stubborn. Thus, she opted for a neutral path—neither granting her consent nor denying him, simply stalling for time with a non-committal response.

"I have already decided, Mother. It is necessary for me to prove my worth."

Kronos remained steadfast. There was no hint of a child’s whim in his voice; instead, it resonated with the profound determination of a grown man.

"Even my younger brother, Pallas, is being deployed to the front lines. I refuse to stay sheltered within the palace while he is out there fighting."

Without another word, Kronos turned his back and exited the study.

He did not glance back once, his footsteps echoing with a sense of purpose and finality.

Left alone in the oppressive quiet of the chamber, Ava stared blankly at the scrolls resting upon her desk.

She remained motionless until the candles had nearly sputtered out. Shaking herself from her daze at last, she gave the order to summon her most trusted advisors.

Under the cover of night, five members of the Eight Great Knights gathered: Garrett, Lambert, Drustan, Klythia, and Aldwyn. With Godfrey currently forging his own destiny in Stoneheart City, Ava had nearly reconstituted the entire legacy of the Knightly Order.

The hearth crackled in the otherwise silent room. The five knights circled the round table, their gazes locked onto the Conscription Order. Their faces betrayed a wide range of emotions.

"My Lady, it seems the Stoneheart Horde lacks even the most basic sense of protocol," Garrett grumbled, breaking the tension. "This decree should have been delivered to you first. Your seal of approval should have been required before the Young Lord ever laid eyes on it."

A man of the forge, Garrett was blunt and fiercely loyal. His dear comrade, Galahad the Coal Knight, had perished within the Horde’s borders. He harbored a deep resentment for the giants and viewed this move as a direct insult.

"Garrett... I find myself in total disagreement," Lambert chimed in, his voice polished and calm.

Lambert came from noble blood. Since he had sworn his sword to Soaring Bird City, his family’s fortunes had been restored. While Garrett possessed the rigid mindset of a blacksmith, Lambert operated with the cunning of a statesman.

"My Lady, do not view this summons as a mere demand; see it as an invitation. It is a gesture of goodwill from the Stoneheart Horde toward the Young Lord."

He gestured toward the scroll on the table. "In the culture of the Horde, military service is the only respected avenue to power. It is the most legitimate and rapid way to rise above one's station. The Young Lord is a Giant Prince; he is a figure of significance, and the eyes of the entire Horde are tracking his progress."

Lambert’s implication was clear. Kronos was the offspring of Orion, the Giant King. As long as Orion held his throne, no faction within the Horde would dare harm Kronos.

This Conscription Order wasn't a trap; it was a springboard for his ascent.

"Based on my understanding of their traditions, when a Giant Prince goes to war, his personal retinue enlists alongside him," noted Drustan. As the Dual-Blade Knight, he was a man defined by martial law and discipline.

"My Lady, you have the right to send a detachment of Guardian Knights to protect the Young Lord. Regardless of whether the Horde officially recognizes them, their presence serves as a clear message and a line of defense."

Ava’s expression brightened. Drustan’s idea was masterful.

Accompanying Kronos with a group of Soaring Bird City’s elite was a strategic display of power. it provided him support while issuing a silent warning to any enemies: We are watching over him.

"My Lady, I suspect this is actually a very deliberate act of grace," Klythia added.

As the Shield-Maiden and Ava’s closest confidante, Klythia saw the broader strategic picture.

"Consider this: Lady Lilith, the Matriarch of the Stoneheart Horde, sent her own children here for training. By their laws, she also holds the right of guardianship over the Young Lord. This order almost certainly originated from her."

Klythia pointed to a specific region on the map.

"This is the crucial detail: The Young Lord is being assigned to the Northern Territory. Meanwhile, Princess Elara and Prince Pallas are stationed here in the South, aiding the Human Kingdom."

Klythia’s eyes sharpened. "She has intentionally kept them apart."

Ava fell into a deep silence as she processed this.

What would happen if Kronos, Elara, and Pallas were all stationed on the same front?

Elara, being the eldest daughter, was in a category of her own. But Kronos and Pallas were both Giant Princes. If they served together, they would be constantly compared, and such comparisons would inevitably lead to friction.

By sending Kronos to the North, Lilith had provided him with his own theater of war. He would not be the 'other Prince' overshadowed by Pallas. Instead, he would be the sole Giant Prince dominating the Northern Front.

"I... I am truly no match for her," Ava sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and newfound respect.

She finally understood that Lilith’s plan wasn’t just about military training; it was about preserving the dignity of the heirs.

"My Lady, whether this is a kindness or a challenge, we must be ready," Lambert said, refocusing the group on the logistics.

"If he is to enter the fray, he must be properly outfitted. We need to supply him with powerful artifacts and strategic assets. Furthermore, formal notices must be sent to the High Commands of both the Human Kingdom and the Stoneheart Horde."

Lambert spoke now with the authority of the city’s administration.

"The Civil War is beginning to flare up once more. The stage is set. Between the Human Kingdom, the Stoneheart Horde, the Dragons, and the Blood Elves, the Alliance of Four is a tangled web of rivalry and partnership."

"The new generation is stepping onto the battlefield," Lambert finished, his voice turning somber. "It won't be long before the King and the Dragon Lords send their own successors to the front. This conflict is no longer just about land; it is a trial by fire for the future masters of this world."

The resurgence of the Civil War didn't just affect the youth; it stirred the old monsters from their rest.

For someone like Aldous, the Ogre Lord, the scent of impending war was the sweetest scent of all—the smell of opportunity.