Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

Although they wear human masks, their blood relatives are not human.

A vampire belonging to one of the eight races of the Great Emperor.

The existence that the vampire emperor regards as his own child.

It was an opponent that even the duke had to bow down to.

‘Even if it’s a great aristocrat, there’s a strong sense of rejection against a different race. Servants are regarded as servants of the same race as Pinto, so there is no objection, but blood relatives are very different.’

Kill Hugo to solve the current situation.

However, Hugo was supported by blood relatives.

The duke had to kill Hugo while preventing blood relatives from intervening.

“I think we need to have a meeting.”

“If it’s a meeting, with the great nobles?”

He nodded and removed his hand from the scabbard.

“If a majority of us agree, we can call an emergency council of nobles. An urgently convened parliament can pass an agenda even if it is not unanimous.”

“What agenda are you considering?”

“Through this, I will publicly declare the child. Then the whole of Wallochia will become the kid’s enemy, so even blood relatives won’t be able to intervene easily.”

“indeed.”

I responded with a convincing tone.

‘What is it really? Isn’t it just a matter of having a back party like Hugo?’

I shook my head.

‘no. It won’t help much. At most, it’s about sending a verbal warning to the mosquitoes.’

‘why?’

‘Are you going to fight the parent of the neighbor’s kid because he is stepping on an anthill?’

It’s a little big force to be regarded as an ant.

The representative system or the gaze of different races would not be different from that.

Lord is dying, dwarves and dwarves are quarreling.

There was no will or power to stop the blood kin from running amok.

‘Pasimea, the method you said would have taken the duke into account.’

I thought about it and didn’t choose.

Because you came to the same conclusion as me.

‘The duke had exchanges with Gotava. It would have been easy to notice that the external situation was going strangely.’

That’s why I chose to solve it through self-rescue measures.

‘However, there’s no way Hugo doesn’t know the duke’s intentions.’

Hugo is also a great nobleman.

He was more extraordinary than a duke.

There was no way the duke would not know which option to choose.

‘The time given to Hugo is only one day.’

What if the great nobles except for Hugo gathered right now?

With a very high probability, the Noble Council will be held tomorrow morning.

Even if the emergency convocation is denied with a very low probability, it will be a few days at most.

Because of me, the council of nobles has been convened and will be held in a few days.

So, what will Hugo do with the remaining time?

‘I don’t watch the noble council being held.’

When the noble council is held, Hugo will be defeated.

‘why?’

‘There were many witnesses in the arena.’

‘ah.’

‘Also, even though dukes and counts are nobles who nominally have the same authority, their influence on the nobles belonging to the council is completely different.’

Isn’t it obvious who would have won the favor of the council more: the duke, who had the best personal strength in Wallochia and led the noble council as an aged nobleman, or the young, arrogant and assertive count?

It is only natural that the great nobles, excluding Hugo, would respond.

‘It’s impossible to run away to the territory…’

If you abandon the council and gather an army in the territory, you will have to deal with all of Wallochia.

Even if blood relatives go wild ignoring the representative system, they don’t behave so carelessly as to engage in an all-out war with a major country.

If that happens, it will be Hugo’s own reverse revolution without the support of blood relatives, and it will be the best result the duke hopes for.

‘Therefore, the best option for Hugo is to kill the duke. Killing the duke before Parliament opens and putting Sodomora under control is a chance to reverse it.’

I saw knights standing around the duke.

【Lv. 41]

【Lv. 46]

【Lv. 43]

【Lv. 39]

The duke prepared everything according to the duke.

It wouldn’t be easy for Hugo to kill the duke.

‘Likewise, it wouldn’t be easy for the duke to kill Hugo.’

I smiled inwardly.

All I have to do now is watch.

Just as the Iron Mist tribe and the northern allied forces were annihilated.

[Time remaining until next use: 2 hours 57 minutes.]

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“Follow me.”

The duke, who gave instructions to his vassals, chinned me.

“May I ask what’s going on?”

“You said you would become a Wallochian vassal.”

“That’s right.”

“I will give you the title. Come with me.”

The Duke took me to the VIP table.

There was a king staggering from drunkenness in the VIP seat of the arena.

The king, who vomited up his food with a whimper, was delighted to see the peacock.

“oh! my only confidant Magenkin!”

As they approached with vomit on their hands, the duke slipped away.

As the King trotted forward, he tripped and was about to fall.

The lady-in-waiting grabbed it by the collar and barely set it back.

‘That’s rude.’

At Pasimea’s thought, I slightly raised the corner of my mouth.

‘He’s a fun person.’

‘Is it fun? that one?’

“Oops, I’m getting dizzy.”

“You ate too much, Your Highness.”

“I’m so excited, can I not drink?”

The king laughed and talked to the duke when he suddenly saw me.

“What are you?”

Pasimea frowned at the vulgar tone and the smell of vomit.

I covered her, smiled and nodded lightly.

“My name is Edar Lundlingen, His Highness Pavé Kuthrorp.”

At my polite etiquette, the king snorted and asked back.

“Eh, what?”

“My name is Eddar Lundlingen.”

“Ah… Elda. okay!”

My head didn’t turn around because I was drunk, so I waved my hand.

The king muttered to himself and sat down in a chair.

I put several layers of cushions on top of it, leaned back on a soft chair, and closed my eyes.

He threw his head back and started snoring loudly.

“Tsk.”

The duke said with disgust at the confusion.

“Understand. A pig that only knows how to eat and play.”

“I am in front of Your Highness. Duke.”

The Duke snorted.

“majesty? No one here thinks of this guy as His Highness. Half a penny is too good to be treated as a noble.”

glance

The lady-in-waiting looked at the duke.

I nodded slightly at her.

She was taken aback and cautiously moved away.

‘They were treated badly at this time as well.’

Even in the previous episode, which was long after the time zone, Pave was an incompetent human being who was not treated like a king.

There were some that were powerless due to the loss of many of their territories due to the civil war, but fundamentally, people were incompetent, lazy, and dirty, so they didn’t want to get close to anyone.

【Lv. 27]

See, is this the level the wages of a great country will have?

In a world where force has absolute dominance.

He was too incompetent and too lazy.

‘Unexpectedly, he’s not a man with a rotten personality, but… Only then will Hugo take the throne after Majenkin’s protection disappears.’

“No one but me treats him like a king.”

The duke asserted.

The only thing that shows respect to the king is appearance.

Watch him spit insults in front of a sleeping king.

The duke just used the king as the boss of the pants.

‘If it’s a duke, it would be possible to usurp the throne right now.’

However, the duke was an old nobleman.

‘I know very well that the throne is not attractive.’

Aren’t you already enjoying the power of a king?

To spread the greatest influence in the noble council and remain a member of it;

To usurp the throne from an incompetent king and take the throne and pretense;

It is obvious which one is convenient and practical.

‘I wonder if I had a sponsor who would overwhelm the entire assembly like Hugo.’

The king, who had fallen asleep for a while, suddenly opened his eyes and got up.

The disgusting smell was still there, but her eyes were more intelligent than before.

Instead of getting drunk, he rubbed his forehead as if a headache remained.

“Umm… did I sleep for a long time?”

The duke replied with a caring expression that showed no signs of disgust.

“no. majesty.”

“Oh, sorry. Peacock.”

The king drank honey water and looked around and suddenly saw me.

“Who are you?”

I said third.

“This is Eddar Lundlingen.”

“Edar? hmm.”

The king scratched his stomach and yawned.

“Why did you bring this person?”

“Your Highness, have you heard about the North?”

“I heard that the beggars died and someone took over. Indeed, what kind of person is this?”

A beggar, what a bastard. At the vulgar tone, the Duke cleared his throat.

“That’s right. This person’s name is Edar Lundlingen. He is the eldest son of Sudret, Duke of Germania.”

“Germania?”

The king glared at me.

“The offspring of that pig’s gut took over my land?”

“To be precise, he is an illegitimate child and an isolated child.”

“Isolation on illegitimate children?”

The staring eyes were bright.

“More details.”

He gestured for me to come closer and pulled me forward.

I sat down in a chair in front of the king and talked.

What kind of life did a person named Edar live before recalling memories?

And after being banished to the frontier village, how did you end up here?

He mixed several lies and wrapped them up as exaggerations before telling the two of them.

“Oh, I really enjoyed my life.”

The king erased the hostility he had shown just before.

The hostility disappeared as if it were smoke, only interest.

I nodded my head as I pondered over the story I had solved.

“So now you’re avoiding Hugo and coming to the Duke?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Good, very good.”

They clapped and laughed out loud.

“If you are an enemy of Hugo and a person of the duke, you are also a person of mine!”

I gestured to the maid standing behind me.

“Showing you to Jim means giving him a title. Isn’t that right, Duke?”

“That’s right.”

“But, did you get approval from the council?”

The duke smiled without answering the question.

The king laughed at that attitude and received the letter from the lady-in-waiting.

“The conferment of titles in this country requires parliamentary approval. But there is only one person who can be arbitrarily appointed without the approval of the Council.”

The king’s gaze turned to the duke.

“You are bragging about your power. by the way···”

The king scratched his cheek and nodded before asking.

“It seems to be as strong as a duke, can you bear it?”

“…”

It was only for a moment, but Pave’s eyes changed sharply and then disappeared.

‘Aren’t you just an idiot?’

When the figure, which was no different from an incompetent pig, gave off a completely opposite atmosphere, Pasimea became interested and sent her thoughts.

‘I said He’s an interesting person.’

The duke winced at the glance, then snorted.

“I am Mazenkin of Masbach, Your Highness.”

“Mum. I guess so. I made a mistake.”

As if nothing had happened, the King laughed.

The lady-in-waiting handed over the letter to the king.

“What title can I give you? If you look at the manor, I’ll give you the marquis.”

The Duke thought while stroking his beard before replying.

“Make it count.”

“count? It’s too low.”

“He is Germanian. In addition, the northern part is large, but the population is poor, so the grain is small. So the Count seems appropriate.”

“Hmm.”

The king smiled and said.

“Still, the Count is not cool. I’d rather do it as a change bag. It happened to be located at the northern end, so isn’t it a border? It fits the title perfectly.”

“hmm···.”

The duke frowned and was silent.

It was an obvious protest, but the king pretended not to know and grinned.

“Give me the pen.”

The king, holding a feather pen, read the text.

No, while reading, I asked the lady-in-waiting where I could sign.

As the maid stood silently, she put her finger on the empty space at the bottom.

The king drew two sticks and handed them to me.

“You sign it too.”

I read the written document that was handed over as if tossed.

Although the content was written in a grand manner, it meant that a title was bestowed.

After signing, the king received the sword from the lady-in-waiting.

It must have been the intention to place the back of the sword on my shoulder and head to confer the title, but due to tremor, the sword vibrated like crazy, creating an unsightly sight.

“Damn it, this damn body.”

Furious, he threw down his sword and grabbed the empty wine glass back.

Then he hit me on the left and right of my shoulder with a drinking glass and lifted me up.

“You are now the Marquess. Lundlingen.”

The king passed the wine cup to the attendant.

The attendant poured wine into a wine glass and took a sip first.

‘Is this the title given?’

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There is no root, Pasimea sent a thought.

I could feel the absurdity in my thoughts.

‘It is a country built by selling its own people. There can be no root.’

I smiled and looked at the peacock.

The Duke clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Then, Your Highness, put your convictions first…”

“dismissal!”

At that time, a duke’s knight approached urgently.

As if he had been running for quite some time, his face was flushed red and he was gasping for breath.

The Duke stiffened his expression and asked.

“What’s going on?”

“The Marquis of Trela and the Count of Lofska are dead.”

“what?”

Trela and Lofska.

Two people belonging to a great noble family with only seven members.

Upon seeing their deaths, the duke widened his eyes.

At the same time, the attendant who tasted the wine vomited blood.

“Cuck!”

Dark red wine spilled from a glass that had fallen on the carpet.

“poison!”

I took a step back and narrowed my eyes.

‘It started.’

Big Cheok

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“…”

Duke Mazenkin was silent.

He looked down at the knight blankly.

He couldn’t believe it even after hearing the report.

The knight broke into a cold sweat at his heavy gaze.

“…Trella and Lofska are dead?”

At the question, the knight silently shook his head.

The duke clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white.

His face turned red in an instant, and blood vessels burst in his eyes.

“Hey, kid! who!”

I couldn’t beat my temper and stamped my foot.

The arena shook as the magical feet hit the floor.

In the midst of the game, an earthquake struck and the cheers suddenly stopped.

The slaves who stabbed each other with blades also stopped.

“Gee, calm down.”

The knight stumbled and read the duke.

“Would you calm down!”

A booming voice echoed through the arena.

The spectators seated close to the table of honor grabbed their ears.

Spectators seated at a distance realized the cause of the earthquake.

They looked at each other and cautiously left the arena.

‘Your voice is filthy and loud.’