The Monster King's Legacy-Chapter 152: A Briefing on the Kingdom

The following morning, the sun cast its warm light over the goblin city, as many had risen to a new day to fulfil their duties.

Lance stood in the council chamber, an expansive room adorned with banners symbolizing the unity of goblins, orcs, beastkin, and ogres. The scent of parchment and ink filled the air as reports, maps, and notes were spread across the fine large wooden table in the center.

Rynne, Mira, Zarra, Kaeli, Lia, and other advisors gathered to brief Lance on the developments during his long absence. Aelyndra, still adjusting to the dynamics of the kingdom, sat casually on one side of the table, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. For the time she was around, she planned to not sit by idle.

Rynne, always straightforward, began the briefing. "The ogres and orcs have officially joined our kingdom." She began.

Lance who was listening conjured a mental image in his head. 'Kingdom.'

Rynne then continued. "Their integration hasn't been without challenges, but they respect strength, and with your leadership now, they'll come to see the goblin kingdom as their best option."

Lance raised an eyebrow. "Challenges? What kind of challenges?"

"Clashes of how things run," Lia explained, her calm tone balancing Rynne's bluntness. "The orcs and ogres value displays of dominance, so we've had to manage some... heated disagreements. Thankfully, Rynne's leadership on the battlefield and Kaeli's contributions to weaponry have earned their respect."

Kaeli smirked, tapping the hilt of a finely crafted sword she'd brought to the meeting. "Turns out even ogres are impressed when you hand them a blade that can cleave through rock." She said, drawing a light smile from one of the ogres present.

Lance nodded. "Good. The more unified we are, the stronger we'll be."

Lia stepped forward, holding a neatly rolled parchment. "Word of our strength and prosperity has spread far and wide. Human traders, elven envoys, and even dwarven guildmasters have acknowledged our kingdom as a legitimate power. The elves were the first, and following them, the dwarves followed, and as for the humans, they have just had to follow along for the meantime at least."

Lance tilted his head. "Acknowledged? Or tolerated?"

"Both," Zarra said with a smirk, crossing her arms. "They know we're too strong to ignore, but they're being cautious. The humans especially, they don't like the idea of monsters becoming a legitimate force."

Lia sighed, her serene expression unwavering. "The elves and dwarves, on the other hand, are cautious but willing to engage, more so the dwarves than the elves. They've begun tentative trade agreements, but it's clear they're watching us closely."

"I see," Lance said, his tone resolute as he continued. "This is good then."

A tall orc warlord rose to his feet, his deep voice cutting through. "Lord Lance, I disagree with this notion. The humans, elves, and dwarves are watching us closely. They're wary of our rise, and for good reason."

Lance allowed his words to settle first, then motioned for him to continue.

"The larger races, the humans, elves, and dwarves, they see us as a threat. A kingdom of 'monsters' flourishing? It has never happened before, at least, not that I know of one. They won't stand by and let it happen."

A beastkin elder adjusted her sleeves as she spoke up. "Our alliance with them during the war against the Demon Lord bought us time. They needed us then, but now that the threat is gone, their old prejudices will certainly resurface. They see us not as equals, but as a problem to be managed, or eliminated."

Lance nodded in understanding, happy that his court of elders and advisors had a more dynamic mindset and perspectives. Leaning forward, he asked. "Have they taken any overt action yet?"

The goblin elder shook her head. "Not yet. But our scouts report increased military activity near borders. And diplomatic envoys from those nations have been... less than cordial." She explained.

The orc spoke in ager. "They've always looked down on us. To them, we're savages, beasts incapable of civilization."

An ogre Chieftain, rumbled in agreement. "Strength demands respect. If they come for us, we'll crush them."

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Lance raised a hand, his tone calm but firm. "No. We're not starting a war. Not unless it's our only option." He said. 'He did say if they come for us, but I better make this clear to avoid any misunderstanding.' He thought to himself.

The ogre frowned but nodded reluctantly, his massive arms crossing over his chest.

Lia spoke next. "In this matter, diplomacy may be our best path forward. If we can show them that we're not a threat, that we can coexist, it may ease their fears."

The orc snorted after listening to what she had to say. "Easier said than done. They've hated us for centuries. One council meeting won't erase that."

Lance sighed, as he listened to them. He knew the orc was right, changing deeply ingrained prejudices would be no small task. But he also understood Lia's point. A war with the larger nations would be disastrous, even with their growing strength.

"We'll take a balanced approach," Lance said finally. "We'll strengthen our ourselves and prepare for the worst, but we'll also send emissaries to open talks with their leaders. If we can find common ground, we'll pursue it. If not, we'll be ready."

The room fell silent for a moment before the goblin elder nodded. "A wise decision, Lord. But, you should be the one to lead these diplomatic efforts. They'll respond better to a human face than any other." She said.

Lance's golden eyes flicked to the map in the centre of the table. "Well spoken. I'll also need those who understand the nuances of these nations. We'll start from there."

Lia pushed on with the meeting as that had been decided. "Apart from external issues, more on the internal end, we also have more issues. Not everyone in our kingdom is happy with the rapid changes."

Lance turned to her, his brow furrowing. "What do you mean?"

"There are factions within the goblins, orcs, and ogres who feel like they're losing their identities," she explained. "They fear that in uniting under one banner, they'll be forced to abandon their traditions."

Rynne, sitting nearby, crossed her arms. "They're stubborn, but it's not unfixable. They need to see that unity doesn't mean losing themselves, it means becoming something greater."

Lance nodded slowly, realizing the delicate balance he had to maintain. Then again, he didn't see this as a problem at all. "That's easy enough, I'll address it. But first, we need to ensure our external situation doesn't spiral out of control."

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Lia then unrolled a map and pointed to various marks surrounding the goblin kingdom's territory. "Smaller tribes and races continue to migrate here. They're looking for protection and opportunities they can't find elsewhere, and we provide both."

Rynne frowned slightly. "It's a double-edged sword. Every new tribe strengthens us, but it also creates more mouths to feed and more differences to manage."

"Not to mention," Zarra added, "some of these smaller tribes bring their own enemies with them. We've had to fend off a few skirmishes already."

Lance studied the map, his mind racing. "This is exactly why we've worked so hard to build this kingdom. To give people like them a chance. But you're right, we'll need to manage this carefully. We can't let internal conflicts weaken us."

Lia handed Lance a detailed report. "We've expanded our infrastructure to accommodate the growth. New housing districts, improved roads, and our efficient farming techniques have kept things running smoothly for now."

Mira nodded. "Health and as you always taught, sanitation, are improving; but, with the population growing so quickly, we'll need more resources to keep up."

Kaeli added, "The demand for weapons, tools, and construction materials has skyrocketed. I'm training a few apprentices, but we'll need to get more raw materials if we want to keep up with the demand. Perhaps, through a trade."

"Sounds like a lot of work," Lance said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Rynne smirked. "You've been gone for almost two years and half, Lord. Did you think we were sitting around twiddling our thumbs?" She laughed, as did the others.

They continued their discussions, reviewing different things, while Lance got to learn about all that had happened, while also giving a few advises where needed. Once they were done, those who would leave did so.

Just then, the orc leaned forward, his sharp eyes fixed on Lance. "Remember, Lord, diplomacy only works if the other side respects you. The moment they sense weakness, they'll strike." He said.

The ogre nodded with a faint smile. "Strength demands respect, but strength also invites challenge. We'll need to be careful, or they'll come at us with everything they have."

Lance met their gazes, his expression steady with a faint smile. "I understand. We'll tread carefully, but we won't compromise our values or our people. If they want a fight, they'll find we're more than ready." He said.

Looking at their leader, the ogre nodded in understanding before they left.

As the meeting wound down, Lance leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes scanning the faces of his closest allies. He could see the exhaustion etched into their features, but also the pride and determination that had carried them through the challenges of his absence.

"You've all done incredible work," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "This kingdom is thriving because of your efforts. I'm proud of you all."

Rynne, always the first to mask her emotions, gave a small nod. "We couldn't let your vision fall apart while you were off playing with dragons."

Lance laughed, the warmth filling the room. "Well, I'm back now. Let's keep building, together."