Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

And when I tried to stand up, my knees gave out and I hit my butt.

I felt embarrassed for an instant at the pitiful sight, and my earlobes became hot.

The count raised his head, imagining the elf looking at him pitifully.

The elf’s expression did not change.

It’s just infinitely cold.

Rather, the count gave goosebumps at the sight.

“so?”

So what?

“what are you saying···.”

I was about to ask, but the elf cut off his words.

“Why did you invade my land?”

invasion?

The question the elf asked when he first revealed himself.

I was so surprised at the time that I forgot about it, and I belatedly recalled it as I received the question again.

The Count urgently raised his hands and shook them.

“Oh, I think there was a misunderstanding!”

The elf didn’t respond even to the fierce explanation.

I sat quietly in the saddle and looked down at only one count.

The count’s gaze met the elf’s dark blue eyes in midair.

How could the blue one be so cold? The Count shuddered.

“I never intended to invade your land!”

“You think I don’t know that.”

“So, then?”

The elf was silent again.

Instead, there were footsteps behind him.

Appearing from behind were two masked elves and a human male.

‘human?’

The count looked at the man with wide open eyes.

Even from a distance, he was taller than the Count and had a stocky build.

Her hair was short black and her eyes were black as well.

“Count John Doreen, Lord of Turan.”

The man looked down at the Count and called out his name.

The count instantly closed his eyes as the man’s gaze turned to him.

It was only a moment, maybe it was an illusion, but I saw a strong light.

When I opened my eyes, the light disappeared, but something deep in my heart lingered.

An unknown tickling, different from being shrunk by an elf.

That tickle or presence overwhelms the elf’s.

But the Count had no time to realize it.

He said that he, who was surprised by the elf, saw something for a while.

I ignored it and looked up at the man.

“Who, who?”

“Edar. Lord of Olymus.”

“you?”

The Count opened his mouth.

‘Is this the kid? But why are you with the elves…’

Suddenly, I remembered what I heard from a vassal at Yeongjugwan.

– It says that permission has been obtained.

– What permission? to whom?

– It is for all races.

‘Was that true?’

No way.

It couldn’t be.

How hard he tried to be recognized as the owner of the Great Plains.

I have come this far, devoting my whole life to get a handful of land.

The owners of this land were of different races, but the garden needs a gardener.

The Earl wanted to become a gardener himself and become the de facto owner of the Great Plains.

And it seemed to be almost successful.

Did it all go to waste?

‘To that guy with no roots?’

Gold flickered in front of his eyes.

The gold hidden in the Great Plains, the gold that only he and his target, Pinto, know about.

Merchants and nobles who had to kneel in front of the golden mountain shimmered.

sigh

Jealousy boiled over.

As the dream turned into a delusion and the harsh reality came, blood gushed out.

The body that shrank in fear ate jealousy and straightened its back.

‘Are you giving up like this? no. No way. never do it That seat should be mine.’

But how?

How could I be there

How can I drop that kid and take his place?

The moment his thoughts run wild,

“Son of the Noble Tree!”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the Count’s back.

The Count’s brother, Jeremy, was prostrating.

His back trembled, as if he was shouting with his lips on the soil.

“I have committed a great sin through the foolishness of my flesh and blood, and I pray for your forgiveness!”

“what?”

The Count opened his mouth and blinked absentmindedly before turning his face red.

“What are you doing, bastard!”

He shouted and threw the scabbard that had fallen from his waist.

Even hard-headed, he was an aristocrat who had survived political strife.

I couldn’t understand what my brother was talking about.

Jeremy intended to make the Count his scapegoat.

‘If I stay still, I will die.’

Ignoring his brother’s swear words and stone slings, Jeremy turned his head in an emergency.

‘I asked who was the boss. I asked because I didn’t know who the count was.’

Jeremy was a man with extraordinary intuition.

The reason was that he was weak and timid from birth.

The intuition created by that timidity always saved Jeremy.

‘Why are you looking for the Count? They must be trying to kill everyone except the Count.’

The intuition that had kept him alive until now screamed.

It was the same scream that John Doreen had when he slaughtered his kin.

At that time, Jeremy quickly abandoned his family and stuck to his older brother and survived.

‘If you had an idea to talk in the first place, you would have just appeared, would you have killed everyone and appeared like this? And why are the living people the strongest in the family? It’s obvious that only the human presumed to be a count was left alive!’

It was obvious why he kept Jeremy, the weakest member of the group, alive.

‘The reason why I was saved must be because I resemble that bastard.’

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He recalled the elf’s cold gaze as he looked down at his brother.

‘It was a look that didn’t even look at us as a monkey. At least the monkey is alive.’

In other words, the eyes are the eyes that see the dead or will die.

Jeremy’s heart thumped.

‘I’m sorry for the asshole, but I can’t help it.’

Even when his brother slaughtered his kin, Jeremy quickly clung to him and survived.

I have a history of abandoning my brother once and surviving. Can’t I abandon him twice?

There was no remorse in the act of abandoning his brother and begging for his life.

‘And if the head dies, I’ll inherit the title.’

These races do not directly rule inland human domains.

At most, I knew from experience that it was to the extent of asking for repayment.

The corners of Jeremy’s mouth went up.

“Ask that foolish thing for his sins and accept my apology!”

“shut up! You idiot!”

The Count managed to get himself up, clutching the dirt-covered knife.

If left like this, it was obvious that he would be sacrificed, so he rushed.

An idiot who wore armor but had little combat experience.

Thinking that it could be killed in one blow, he let go of his foot.

puck!

But the Count stumbled and fell down after taking a few steps.

The helmet exploded along with the head, just like the end meted out by his vassals.

dump

When Jeremy couldn’t hear his older brother’s screams, he quietly raised his head and met the Count’s dead body.

“he···!”

The bladder was full again, and I finished the urine that was not much left.

Seeing that, the elf opened his mouth.

“monkey.”

“Yes, four!”

“I’ll leave Turan to you.”

Turan.

The name of the land ruled by Count Doreen.

Entrusting the land meant the same as recognizing the county.

Jeremy tasted fear and joy at the same time.

“Oh, oh… thank you! thank you!”

Entrusting it was a bit different from acknowledging it as the owner.

Jeremy didn’t care at all.

My older brother, who looked like a double-headed man, was treated the same, and isn’t this world like that?

The world is ruled by the strong and humans are the weak.

‘It’s natural for the weak to follow the strong.’

Freedom from different races, liberation, sounds that do not know the reality.

Don’t you get so much by acknowledging and serving their rule?

Jeremy felt drowsy, probably because the corners of his mouth were relaxed and the tension was released at the same time.

As if prostrating, he leaned forward and slammed his head into the dirt.

So he didn’t notice that Calliope’s expression as he looked at him became colder than ever.

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Griff, who put Jeremy to sleep with sleep magic, asked.

“Are you really going to leave it like this?”

“no.”

I beckoned to Calliope.

As soon as Calliope confirmed the gesture, she swung the hand holding the pebble.

The rest of the vassals he had kept alive in order to find John Doreen followed in his footsteps.

“Good work. The acting was great.”

“···thank you.”

Calliope put her hand on her chest and bowed her head slightly.

Because of her dark blue hair, it was clear that her cheeks were dyed red.

When the other witnesses disappeared, Grief and Van took off their masks.

I made ears like an elf with illusion magic, but I wore a mask to make it look good because I didn’t look like an elf.

“Why do you think I tricked the Count by dressing you up as elves?”

“It’s to keep the Count from thinking of trying to overthrow Olymus, isn’t it?”

“okay. It’s like thinking that this person has been recognized for his title by the elves. I will also make the other races mistaken that the territory has been recognized.”

Griff tilted his head and scratched his chin.

“Is it because of the representative system?”

“You must have felt it as you came all the way here. That the representative system is very wary of me.”

Everyone nodded.

“It is a bad idea to absorb the county like this. Count Doreen’s land, Turan, is barren and not very wide. There is no point in occupying such a piece of land immediately after the representative system has taken it away from me. It only raises the boundaries of the representative system.”

‘If I’m not careful, I might send a notice to spit it out.’

It was something I had experienced countless times in my previous life.

The representative system hates humans daring to stand in the same position as them, so if they thought I was a threat to them, they would send a notice without fail.

It was an ultimatum called Representative Final Recommendation.

‘If I refuse, it’s a representative system and an all-out war.’

If you accept it, it will either fall into small pieces or become a vassal state.

Recalling the experience at that time, I shed a foolish laugh.

‘Last time, the great plains territory was taken away, and the vigilance of the representative system must have reached its peak. It wouldn’t be strange if a final advice came from here if we expanded the ground even a little bit.’

The time is not yet ripe for a head-to-head confrontation with the representative system.

If there is a representative system with me right away, only one Calliope will be the only one.

Even if an all-out war does not break out, the representative system has many ways to hinder me.

Should I eat the worthless land just because it is land?

‘I don’t intend to make a stupid, hard-to-win game and win hard. The smartest fight is to make sure you win and win easily. And the board can be made in other ways than occupation.’

“Griff. You have to go.”

Griff, who had been smacking his lips, saying he had no income even after working, blinked.

“What do you mean?”

“Make that greedy man into a scarecrow and rule Turan.”

Griff put his lips on his ear.

“This person said that he would mistake me for an elf puppet just like him. I will use that illusion to make you think that you are a watcher attached by an elf.”

“Then I’ll just have to serve as the lord of an elf who doesn’t exist.”

All vassals that could be mobilized were killed.

The remaining vassals must have poor military strength or weak ties with the Count.

If you give Grif one or two of his followers, there will be no way to resist.

“There spread the word about the death of Earl John Doreen and his vassals. Let the other lords have the same illusion as this one. Then who would dare to do something as reckless as the Count?”

This was the plan that came to mind immediately after hearing Earl John Doreen’s declaration of war.

It was clear that the reason why the Count attacked Olymus was in the mines.

It was clear that this fact would spread throughout the inland sooner or later.

What if rumors spread that there is a gold mine in a small territory?

ah! I see, would there be a good lord in the world who would be watching?

At any time, in any way, there will always be a greedy person aiming for Olymus.

To prevent that, I decided to create a non-existent back ship called heterogeneity.

‘To give humans the illusion that my rule is to guarantee the safety of a different race.’

Giving the representative emperor the illusion that I did not conquer the county.

‘It will be difficult to notice.’

The reason was that there was almost no communication between the different races and humans.

A one-sided relationship in which the heterogeneous race informs and the human accepts.

They communicate through traders or races that need slaves in large quantities, such as Orcs and Goblins.

‘The lack of communication means that the information gap between the two is very wide.’

I cheated by targeting the gap.

I was sure that it would not be easy to notice whether it was a human being or a representative system.

‘I said it was a barren and worthless land, but it is also a very valuable land to me. By putting Turan under my influence, I can freely interact with the inland regions.’

To be able to interact with the inland region means to be able to obtain things that are not available in the frontier.

‘Seeds, people, technology. Anything not in Olymus. I have a gold mine, so as long as the gates are open, there is nothing I can’t find.’

So he cheated on the representative system using his little hair and obtained this barren land, Turan.

To make Turan a gateway between Olymus and Wallochia.

“Shall we go straight to Turan?”

I was about to nod when the alarm went off.

[You can use the clan creation skill.]

[Do you want to use it?]

‘It’s time.’

I glanced at Kistler.

I accompanied him to guide the way, but since the Count was there, I didn’t need to accompany him any longer.

On the contrary, it was difficult to use it to hide the existence of the skill when he was by his side.

“Kisler, Ban.”

“Yes, Sir Edar.”

I pointed to horses that do not run away even after losing their owners.

“Load the knights’ equipment on the horse and return to Olymus.”

“All right.”

“And if there is someone in Olymus who can make harnesses, you can make them and use them for plowing.”

After leaving the two, what remains is me, Calliope, Griff, and the new Count Najapa.

“What shall we do now?”

“For now, let’s go to Turan with me. Now that the Great Priest’s watch is empty, I will go to Turan and bring back whatever I can.”

[Time remaining until next use: None.]

Of course, I used the skill that urged me to use it before that.

Then, an intense glow appeared that had not been emitted since the creation of Calliope.

[Brigade Commander Gerhard is created.]

“Meet Your Majesty.”

The massive man, Gehard, knelt down on his left knee and bowed deeply.

Wearing armor with ornate decorations and wearing a laurel crown, he looked like a king.

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corps commander

Gerhard

Lv. 73

Grade: A

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It couldn’t be compared to Calliope, but it was a considerable level.

A higher level than Laeragon’s escorts or the great ambassadors.

There is no one stronger than him among humans.

It was indeed worthy of the title of Corps Commander.

“welcome. Gehard. What can you do?”

I put my hand on Gerhard’s shoulder and raised him up.

Gerhard glanced at Calliope, Griff, and Ban.

“Knights, wizards, robbers. They are merely brawlers, scholars, and petty thieves. I don’t know if there are people stronger than me. Is it possible to rule the world from the saddle?”

Griff and Ban frowned.

Unpleasant feelings were read through thoughts.

Calliope, on the other hand, was calm as always.

She stood next to me without even snoring.

“Are you different?”

“The Legion is not just a collection of miscellaneous collaborators, it is like a small estate. I am the commander and follower of the corps. Although I cannot rule the world on behalf of Your Majesty, I know how to tend a handful of gardens.”

More than anyone here, Gerhard added.

I looked down at his confident demeanor,

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[Acquired proficiency by using a clan creation skill.]

[The grade of the clan creation skill will rise.]

[Rating: 1 star -＞ 2 stars]

[Skill cooldown reduced to 24 hours.]

[The probability of creating lower-grade followers is reduced.]

[The probability of creating a high-grade follower increases.]

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I sighed and laughed at the message that followed.

“Right.”

If you can sell it, even humans

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