Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

. . . muttered Pasimea, kicking an empty bucket.

“It took a lot of hard work to make this much.”

“Well, if it’s hard enough to shoot just once…”

“Even if you make a cannon, you can’t use it. So I made only as much as I could use. You have to make more than that because it is an ornament.”

Gerhard smacked his lips.

As a corps commander, he must have realized the value of gunpowder weapons.

“It won’t be much of a threat to us. However, it seemed to be quite effective against opponents with a lower level than us, which is a pity.”

“wait. I will improve it sooner or later to make it smaller and easier to handle.”

I inspected the bronze cannon she made.

The caliber is about the size of an adult male head.

Even if what is thrown here is a stone like the one before, if it hits an ambiguous level, it will only become a piece of meat.

Of course, it would be difficult to even hit moving objects with the bronze cannon in front of you, but this is a problem that can be solved by improving it.

‘There are no technicians in the territory, so Pasimea trained and made this. As skills accumulate and undergo improvement, both quantity and quality will improve dramatically.’

Then there will be something smaller and easier to handle, she said.

‘Small caliber cannons and matchlocks.’

Of course, there were many mountains to overcome before that time came.

Shouldn’t we get it right away from the cornerstone production area?

However, time will solve that.

I have people, money and knowledge.

‘Gap created by individual powerlessness. I will narrow it down to technology.’

This species won’t just open their eyes and watch.

Of course, the different races will also introduce gunpowder weapons.

As far as I remember, the dwarves have already developed and used gunpowder.

However, it was only being used as a firecracker during a festival.

If you realized the value as a weapon, you could easily create it.

‘It’s not worth worrying about whether they use the same weapons as us or not.’

Thank you for writing if you use it, thank you for not writing if you don’t use it.

‘What can be made with the current technology is, at best, a battlefield weapon. It is difficult to overwhelm the power of individuals of different races at this level.’

Monopolizing gunpowder weapons is not an unconditional victory.

‘Rather, there is a high possibility that heterogeneous tribes will despise them for abandoning their superior military strength and obsessing over tools.’

However, that is the standard for different races.

Humans were different from this race.

‘Humans aren’t as strong as you yet. Normally I can’t hurt you. This is a tool for such people. It’s a very easy-to-handle weapon that an ordinary human can injure you.’

Just like when Vlad’s family were hunting.

Even if each one is torn like a piece of paper.

Just as the scars they made bit by bit caught the monster.

This weapon, given to weak humans, will injure this race.

‘What if you can’t hurt? My family will come.’

My domain is rapidly expanding.

At the same time, my enemies were also increasing rapidly.

How long can a family member catch all enemies?

Humans who are not members of the family also have to catch the monsters themselves.

The family only catches the monsters they can’t catch.

‘Humans are still weak, but with this they can become hunters.’

No matter how different races there are, there aren’t as many superhumans as there are grains of sand.

‘The gap between humans and other races has a strong correlation with the gap in individual armed forces. Therefore, if humans arm themselves with gunpowder weapons and take force, the gap between humans and other races will narrow.’

In a situation where the gap has narrowed like that, what will the different races do?

‘Would you give up your personal power and take up arms like ours? That would be fun too.’

I imagined

A fight between humans and other races.

It reminded me of the different races wearing colorful military uniforms and lined up in a row, taking an orderly shooting stance, rather than charging with swords with individual strength.

If humans also confront them with the same clothes, weapons, and posture… What is the difference between humans and heterogeneous people in this kind of fight?

‘The moment you keep your distance and hold the same weapon against us is when we become your equals.’

Pasimea glanced at me.

“Well… there are a lot of problems.”

Tuk, tuk, I hit the cannon with my clenched fist.

“Isn’t that enough to take to Sudlet?”

“It overflows again.”

I smiled softly.

Superior Varieties, Sudlets

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Sometimes this is the case.

Even if you are not interested in the field, you suddenly know a few things.

For example, I am not interested in dogs or cats, but I know some species,

Another example is that you are not interested in cars, but you know some models,

Even if you don’t have much interest like this, there are cases where you know about it.

Sudlet of Germania was such a case.

When it comes to dogs, it’s the breed, and when it comes to cars, it’s the type of car.

‘Sudret? Oh, you mean that monkey?’

‘I’ve heard it several times. It’s gentle.’

It may be a treatment that hurts someone’s pride.

But to humans, such treatment was the ultimate treatment.

It means that it is an excellent breed among livestock called humans.

‘How many names do the Chosen People among us remember?’

It was no accident that Sudret made a name for himself.

It was the product of generations of efforts to become a superior breed.

‘Accept the reality. we are dogs Our territory is just the owner’s front yard, and we are raised there.’

If the owner of the world is not a human being, you should follow the owner.

I’d rather be a dog flipping trash in the street,

It’s better to live as a pet dog on a leash.

‘Human life has never been independent since settling on this land. A dog cannot live without its owner, and it is best to be loved by its owner.’

So, Sudret was loyal to her master before anyone else.

His loyalty was so great that the other races remembered his name.

‘Look! the results of our efforts. Aren’t our powers like the king’s?’

That choice and effort has been greatly rewarded.

When Sudret stood in front of the owner fighting with someone, the owner would give me the hand of a dog wagging its tail, and Sudret stood tall as the best family in Germania with the owner’s prestige on his back.

The pretext of being a collateral of the royal family made him even aim for the throne.

There was no end to the rise of power.

It looked like it would last forever as long as my master didn’t forget the sudlet.

“Edar, I banish you.”

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Edar, Sudret’s eldest son and illegitimate son.

About a month after the young man called Duke Sudret’s flaw was banished from the family, a woman smiled brightly as she walked down the hallway of the duke’s mansion.

‘That lowly thing must be dead by now, right?’

She was Evela, the mistress of the Duke of Sudret.

‘It’s been a month already. If it was a scum with no power, it would have died before it arrived, or it would have been hunted shortly after arriving.’

Her smile grew deeper and her steps became lighter.

‘It should have been like this a long time ago.’

It felt like a nail had been driven into my chest.

From the moment Edar was conceived in her mother’s womb, she harbored hatred, loathing, and murderous intent toward him.

For Ibella, being an illegitimate child was a shame.

Husband who sowed seeds, swayed by s*xual desire,

A lowly thing that crawled into the main house even though it couldn’t kill the seed,

And even her helplessness in not being able to do anything about this situation.

Edar was like a nail that reminded her of her shame.

‘It is said that weeds are tough, so I never thought they would be tougher than their mother.’

The memory of struggling to have a miscarriage came to mind.

I did everything I could to avoid being noticed by the duke.

Even so, it was Edar’s mother who endured and endured the birth.

Because of that, her health deteriorated and she lost her life right after giving birth.

‘Stupid b*tch. If I hadn’t noticed it quickly, I would have compensated for it properly… How can a kid endure something he can’t stand?’

Ibella laughed inwardly.

She also loved the child she gave birth to.

However, that love was more like affection for the most valuable thing among the means to achieve her goal than motherly love.

‘It took 20 years to get here because of the humble year. 20 years. Svein, it took 20 years for that petty person to wean the illegitimate child.’

Just thinking about it made me angry.

As long as I couldn’t kill the child in my belly, I had to raise it.

Coincidentally, Evela and the duke had no children.

‘opportunity? what chance? A chance to hand over the house to Banpunyi? Aren’t you crazy?’

Ibela could never tolerate that.

The Duchess of Sudret should have her and her own family.

I had no intention of giving even a drop to the rolling stone.

‘If you can’t kill it… just make it die or turn it into something unthinkable trash with your bloodline.’

After belatedly giving birth to two children, she played tricks on Edar.

Abuse them for physical training, make them cowards,

Buying a tutor to block education and blinding them,

Every time I said a word, I caught it and made it a stutter.

‘It was easy because Svein often went out. It just took time.’

Svein, Duke of Sudret, spent most of the year in the capital.

Therefore, they did not notice what was going on at home.

All of the retainers sympathized with him because they were all from Ibela.

The entire ducal family cooperated in turning Edar into trash.

‘I can’t read, I don’t know manners, I stutter, and my stamina is weak. The only resemblance is the face. If you ask me if I’m yours with such an asshole, you’ll never say yes, right?’

There was one face that looked alike, and there was not a single one that was proud.

‘Even with the same appearance, it just cringes like a frightened monkey. When he sees me, he looks exactly like me and only looks pitiful. Would he be happy?’

How can I firmly say, “My child?”

Not to mention, the Duke of Sudret has authority comparable to that of a king.

Admitting that Edar was his own child was either inferior in duke blood, or failed in education, or one or both of the two had to be acknowledged.

The high pride of the duke could not admit this.

‘After that, when he said that he would send him to the Marquis of Loisene as his son-in-law, he was devastated, but…’

I even doubted if my surname was right, but officially the eldest son.

As a last resort, the duke tried to hand it over to the Marquis of Roesene.

His family status was on the decline, but he was in a situation where he only had an only daughter.

If done well, it was judged that the marquess family could become the duchy.

It was embarrassing for her to miss all the fish she had caught.

‘Thank you for breaking up the engagement on your own. After all, he’s quick-witted.’

In the end, the only option left to the duke was insulation.

Because there is no reason to create discord in the family by leaving him alive.

It was a very vulgar act even though he was a nobleman to kill him openly.

He was sent to a settlement that was supposed to be handed over to the elves, and he plotted to murder.

‘On the other hand… I didn’t notice anything lowly.’

Hearing that he had taken the rope the day before he was sentenced to quarantine, he said, ‘Finally, the bug knows what to do’, and was delighted, but the next day he appeared intact and stretched out confidently.

She clearly remembered the gaze she received then.

No one in his entire life had cast such intense glances at her.

‘I don’t even know the subject.’

She laughed out loud, even though it was absurd.

What is there to be afraid of when someone who will soon die is staring at you?

It was just that the discomfort boiled over.

‘It would be okay to have the second one marry the Marquis of Loizene. Then, after the old man dies, the marquess will also be ours, right?’

She looked at the glass on the hallway wall.

Even though it was near the end of winter, it was cold and frosty.

A wide yard spread out through the window, and a fence was visible at the end.

A wagon passing over the fence caught her attention.

‘what?’

The wagon did not pass in front of the mansion.

I stopped at the entrance of the mansion and went inside.

There were dozens of them.

‘That must be a prize wagon?’

She walked quickly through the hallway and down the stairs.

Several people who had already been to the front door had come out to assess the situation.

She read the youthful confusion in their expressions.

“What happened?”

“The reward you sent this time has been returned.”

“You said your payment was denied?”

I opened my eyes and asked again.

The vassal shook his head and replied, “I don’t know either.”

‘why? It’s never been like this before?’

She hurriedly headed to Duke Svein’s office.

He had been staying at the family home since expelling Edar.

Knock knock on the office door, there was no response.

After thinking for a while, I slowly opened the door.

kiik—

“A reward?”

Just in time, the duke was about to speak.

She quietly entered the office.

He was sitting at his desk, holding a report and a quill.

I heard the news while I was at work.

“Send the reward again?”

My voice trembled.

Ibella knew that the trembling was not caused by anger.

His voice trembled in surprise at the completely incomprehensible treatment.

The vassal he had sent as an envoy prostrated himself in front of him.

“···yes. You said so.”

His voice also trembled.

It was because I knew the meaning of the words to send the reward again.

“why?”

the duke asked again.

But the vassal did not answer.

I didn’t have anything to answer, and I didn’t even ask him.

What the duke asked was someone who was not here.

The question he throws at the person to whom he sent the reward.

The target was Raeragon, the prince of the elves.

“Did he say anything else?”

“…”

The vassal remained silent even when asked.

Even though he had dared to ignore his master’s question, the duke didn’t reprimand or get angry, just let out a long sigh and put down the report.

she knew

The vassal just heard the notification and told him.

As always, I couldn’t say a word and just listened.

In the first place, humans are not even qualified to ask questions to a different race.

So even if you ask him, he also has nothing to say.

“Send the reward again…”

It was a one-sided notice.

A harsh notice that you can’t know the reason or ask.

‘A tribute, a tribute to a different race.’

She recalled the list of items to be put in the gift box.

Each of them was difficult to obtain, even for dukes.

No, only one was really easy to get.

just human.

Other than that, it was hard to find.

‘Send the reward again means to increase the amount and send it.’

It’s already been decided what you’re going to receive.

It was a list that had not changed for several generations.

So, if you didn’t like it, it’s a sheep.

It was a euphemism for increasing quantity.

‘Suddenly increase the amount of reward? why?’

It was embarrassing to even think about.

Despite being a duke who enjoys power comparable to that of a king.

It was only because the goods to be given were difficult to obtain even that.

If not, will the prince of the other races, especially the elves, be satisfied?

“I get it. Go back and rest.”

After the vassal left, Ibella went behind Svain.

The duke touched his forehead as if his head hurt.

She put her hand on his shoulder.

“What the hell is this?”

“I don’t know. I’m embarrassed because I didn’t hear anything.”

The Duke let out a long sigh.

“First of all… I’ll have to increase the reward and send it. Even if you ask why later, the priority is to satisfy the prince right now.”

“We should consider the less expensive ones first.”

“What should I increase so that it costs less…”

Rewards must be sent.

If you don’t let go, you will incur the wrath of the elf prince.

Resend the reward, but reduce the loss even a little.

After much thought, the duke adjusted the amount and proportion of the prizes and sent them.

Then, after a few weeks, the empty wagon returned.

with another notice.

“He told me to raise the same amount three times a year from now on.”

“…”

Ibella saw the duke covering her head.

A soundless scream came from his gaping mouth.

‘Send three times a year a prize that has doubled the previous amount?’

She, too, felt like screaming.

I almost doubled the amount I sent.

Increasing it from once to three times a year?

That was 6 times what it used to be.

“Why? What did the prince say?”

“…”

The vassal was silent for the same reason as before.

Unlike before, the duke hit the desk with bang, bang, fist.

“Come on!”

His face was dyed red, and a band of blood stood up on his neck.

“Surely you must have thought I was guilty of something! Shouldn’t you ask for forgiveness if you know the reason!”

“Ah, I see.”