Phibit ordered the Empire's army to confront the enemy.
The result was predictable.
One side was well-prepared, the other had to face the battle hastily;
One side had high morale, the other had just been scorned by the divinities.
The Empire's army was almost in complete retreat.
Even more infuriating, the citizens of the Empire, upon hearing the news, did not feel any anger towards the rebels.
They uncommonly remained silent, even pleased with the situation.
After all, the current Emperor is the one who was rebuked by the divinities themselves.
At first, Phibit was furious and agitated. But now, he has started to feel powerless and fearful.
His brother's army was aggressively advancing towards here, his forces retreating step by step, and soon they would reach The Imperial City.
By then, he would have no escape.
"Your Grace the Duke, there's a messenger from the Imperial Capital."
Royd sat in the camp clad in armor.
He signaled to his subordinate to bring the person up.
