Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

Although Edar approached first.

The Duke listened to the story with greedy eyes.

“Since then, I have been ambushed several times. Each time, it was related to blood relatives, and we confirmed that it was instigated by Hugo.”

At the word, “Ambush,” the Duke hardened his expression.

“Can you prove it?”

Edar took out two rings from his bosom.

The duke who received the ring looked at the engraving in the middle and nodded.

“The signet ring. of Count Hugo. But a ring like this is no proof… um?”

Shocked, I opened my eyes wide when I saw another imprint.

“It is the signet ring of the Holstein family.”

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The same purple and silvery appearance as the necklace in the pocket.

It was a signet ring made of orichalcum, which humans cannot smelt.

The Duke swallowed his saliva.

“How do you do this?”

“You think I’m all alone on the Great Plains?”

“Mmm.”

swallowed the horse

Edar was claiming to have been helped by the rear ship.

It was difficult to doubt Edar’s claim because the duke, no, all the nobles had a different race behind them.

For a human of their age, there was only a difference between deep and shallow, and I couldn’t help but get entangled with the different races.

Because without that, I couldn’t have become a great nobleman.

‘You said you mobilized the Orcs when fighting the North. It must be an Orc to help him.’

I snorted inwardly.

He sounded ridiculous as he was connected to the dwarves.

Aren’t Orcs a low-ranking race among the heterogeneous races?

‘If it’s enough to steal a blood relative’s ring, it seems to have helped quite a bit. Isn’t it great enough to prevent direct danger? Seeing you ask me for help.’

I was happy that I had ranked myself higher than the other races, but I felt really pitiful.

‘However, this is not enough. If the two rings came from the same place, it would prove some degree of connection, but there’s no way to prove that.’

Edar handed over the six letters to the duke, who clicked his tongue and looked at Hugo’s signet ring.

Upon receiving the letter, the duke checked the contents with dismay,

“…what is this?”

It opened its eyes bigger and fiercer than before.

Edar spoke quietly and solemnly, asking who would listen.

“This is a letter from Hugo to his blood relatives. They are calling for the Duke to be killed. Do you know? I am not the only target Hugo is aiming for. The duke is also aiming.”

The duke squeezed the book and crumpled it.

Agathon, the youngest of the clan

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“You damn bastard!”

Duke Mazenkin clenched his teeth as the hand holding the book trembled.

The more he checked the remaining five letters, the more his face turned red.

···Therefore, it is necessary to quickly process magenkin···

The contents of the six letters were the same.

The contents were that the duke was in the way, had to be killed, and asked for support so that he could be killed.

“this···!”

The duke tore up the letter and was about to throw it, but stopped.

Because I can’t easily throw away the only physical evidence.

He suppressed his anger and lowered his voice.

“Isn’t that what you manipulated?”

“I am only appealing. It’s up to the Duke to believe.”

The duke glared at me for a moment and then let out a long breath.

I calmly made eye contact with the peacock while holding my pods.

‘Seochal is real. No matter how much I doubt it, the facts don’t change.’

The ring and the book were stolen from the clan’s stronghold in Sodomora.

Because I knew the stronghold of the mosquito babies.

He sent his family members to bring something that would serve as evidence.

‘Thankfully, and as expected. I left something good.’

A ring engraved with a family seal, a letter instigating an assassination.

‘A arrogant thing. I didn’t care who would dare to target me.’

I remembered the owner of the ring.

The youngest, arrogant and cruel fellow among his blood relatives.

If I had been a little wary, I wouldn’t have been so stupid.

However, blood relatives are those treated as children of Vlad.

Who would dare to stab the emperor’s son?

A noble life calls for vigilance.

“···first. This is what only you and I know.”

“All right.”

I read the peacock’s eyes sharpen.

He harbored as much suspicion of me as his anger toward Count Hugo.

I thought maybe I had manipulated the seochal.

‘I guess. I didn’t think I would believe it at once.’

Manipulation of documents is a common trick.

Such was the case with Earl Doreen on his first day at Olymus.

I handed out a document claiming Sudret’s estate to be mine.

Not to mention, there is even a signet ring in this place.

If only the handwriting could be manipulated, the operation was simple.

‘But in the end you’ll believe me. Because it’s true. And Hugo will definitely try to kill you.’

I said it before.

When it comes to play, the fourth royal family will actually enter.

And the person who advocates the fourth royal family is Hugo Chaiken.

At that point, Duke Mazenkin becomes a backroom old man.

Because he was a descendant of the 2nd dynasty and a leader of the noble council.

Defeating and falling to Hugo is the official scenario.

‘I’ll have to push my back more so I don’t hesitate.’

“If you don’t have anything else to say, can I get up first?”

“Do you have any appointments?”

“No promises, but I am interested in the arena.”

“Well, now is a good year.”

good year.

I shut my mouth at the same tone as the slave trader.

“The ones you brought. These days, the number has increased dramatically. When the days are a bit difficult, I always sell myself or my family.”

The duke put the pipe in his mouth and grunted.

“Thanks to you, the arena is doing well. Hugo, that kid is the owner of the arena, so he’s sweeping away the money. I won’t stop you from going, but don’t spend too much money. All the money you spend there goes into the kid’s pocket.”

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“Edar, your way of speaking is strange.”

When we left the mansion, Pasimea stuck out her tongue and made a noise.

“A nobleman who used to talk like a king looks very insidious when he speaks with respect. Well, actually, it’s insidious.”

“Pasimea.”

Calliope frowned slightly.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“…”

I smiled and looked up at the building in front.

Duke Mazenkin could assure you.

Usually, the capital of a country is the royal palace.

Sodomora was exceptionally taller than the royal palace.

The building was an arena.

“It is bigger than the royal palace. How many can you get?”

“Well, it could hold 100,000 people.”

“100,000?”

Pasimea asked in a ridiculous tone.

“You can only build one stadium this big?”

“There is a good reason for that.”

“because of money? Or for the welfare of citizens?”

“no. Neither.”

An oval arena with an exterior wall that is several tens of meters high and a circumference that is hundreds of meters.

The central stage inside the arena was also oval in shape.

Even counting the entrances and exits to the spectators, there were hundreds of them.

The seats were so full that it was hard to find an empty seat.

Wow aaa

Shouts and applause broke out like thunder.

By the time we entered the car, the next game was about to start.

About 100 people were gathering in the center of the stage.

“Are those people… slaves?”

“okay. A person who sells himself or who has been sold.”

From naked people to people with protective gear on one part of their body.

The weapons they were holding were different, and even the race, physique, and gender were different.

The only thing they have in common is that they are afraid of each other.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he looked around in a panic.

“teacher.”

A solicitor approached and held out his palm.

“Where would you like to stay?”

Instead of answering, I turned my head to the stage.

The tout shrugged and asked the man in the back seat.

The man said left, and handed over a handful of fairy tales.

wealth—

The slaves cowered in fear at the sound of the trumpets.

“Don’t run away, you cowards!”

The slaves split into two groups and went to the wall where the stands were.

The crowd on the wall threw food, whipped, and slapped stones to send the slave back to the center of the stage.

“Fight!”

“Kill!”

Realizing they had no choice but to fight, they soon began killing each other.

The stabs, the cuts, the bites, the blood. The hesitation disappeared.

The crowd cheered each time a life was lost.

“Did you come to see this?”

Pasimea frowned.

“no.”

“then? Why did you come?”

“To cast the second bait.”

“bait?”

I closed my eyes for a moment without answering, then opened them.

“…”

How is this race treating humans?

And how is the audience in front of you treating the same human beings?

I saw slaves killing each other and cheering spectators.

The smell of blood flowing on the stage stung my nose.

‘A world where even humans regard each other as livestock.’

Because living in the capital of a country is a special right.

Enjoying rights and persecuting fellow human beings is habitual.

There were hundreds of thousands of them, more than the number of people I ruled.

How many people in this city can truly be called human?

After thinking, I opened my mouth.

“The Duke said that the owner of the arena is Count Hugo. That’s half the truth.”

“then?”

“To be precise, the arena belongs to a blood relative. Hugo is a role close to that of a butler who takes care of my master’s things.”

“A blood relative owns the arena? why?”

“What is the most delicious thing for a vampire?”

Blood, Pasimea replied.

“blood. Among them, the blood of the same people is most delicious. The arena is a place where blood is supplied for blood relatives and servants in Sodomora.”

“Why is it an arena?”

“Because you don’t get suspicious even if you slaughter a human.”

The drops of blood that soaked the stage became puddles.

The puddles flowed into sewers installed throughout the stage.

“I collect the blood through that sewer, filter it, and serve it to dinner.”

“…”

Pasimea covered her mouth with her hand and cursed.

When only four of the dozens of slaves remained,

The crowd chanted, next, next.

“It’s really funny.”

“what?”

“look. If the competition in the arena continues, it means that blood relatives exist, because we need to supply food. Then, doesn’t the fact that the scale has grown mean that the number of blood relatives has increased?”

I shook my head.

“Yes, that’s why only one arena is so big.”

A human slaughterhouse that supplies blood to blood relatives and their servants.

Pasimea pointed to the crowd.

“Look at those humans. What do you do with the privilege of freedom? He just enjoys dying and killing his own people. Happiness to those humans is only that the game continues and the game grows.”

To feel happiness only when the number of parasites that eat my own kind increases.

Pasimea finds it funny.

“I mean, I think. It seems that the arena will remain the same even if you kill your blood relatives. Maybe it will open more grandly? At least mosquitoes suck enough to eat. But do you think they won’t?”

Calliope sent a thought to Pasimea to be quiet.

But Pasimea sneered and continued.

“Edar, did you really come only to hunt blood relatives?”

I didn’t answer verbally.

She didn’t even want an answer.

Because my family can read my thoughts.

After reading the thoughts, I had already sought the answer.

“Great citizens of Sodomora!”

The presenter stood in the overhanging crowd and spoke in a booming voice.

“Do you want slaughter? Do you want to see the greatest and most spectacular slaughter in history, fought by true warriors and not by these pitiful slaves?”

Citizens yes! answered with a shout.

The host clapped his hands loudly and pointed to a doorway on one side of the stage.

“Here are 300 warriors! Warriors of Sakun! We will remember you! How valiantly they defended their hometown from Germania and sacrificed themselves for this Sodomora!”

Slaves of both s*xes came out of the doorway.

He was more armed than the former slave and had a good build.

There was no sign of surprise at the audience.

“Now they face Sodomora’s greatest warriors! Who will win, who will survive.”

The crowd called out a person’s name.

The presenter put a hand to his ear and pretended to sing louder.

As the atmosphere in the stadium reached its climax, they spread their arms high.

“majesty! Bless this match!”

The highest point in the audience.

The red curtain of the seat of honor opened and a fat man came out.

Even seen from a distance, he was drunk, and he was the king of this country.

He has already become a scarecrow and will soon hand over the throne to Hugo.

‘Pave Kuthrorp.’

The former king, drunk, raised his cup and shouted.

“Fight. And die nicely!”

Dung- Dung-

The sound of drums enveloped the arena, and a man appeared from the doorway opposite the one through which the slaves entered.

【Lv. 61]

A level higher than Grief and close to Duke Magenkin.

“That’s not human.”

At Pasimea’s words, I nodded.

For humans, level 60 is absolutely strong.

A strength that most people can’t reach even if they try hard for the rest of their lives.

Look at Duke Mazenkin, isn’t he level 63 at that age?

However, the man on stage is about 30 years old at best.

I knew why.

“Agathon. They are blood relatives of Vlad.”

Just as Gehard made Earl Dorin into a scarecrow and manipulated him, Vlad’s blood relative who established Hugo as king and ruled Wallochia.

And the youngest of the blood relatives.

‘It’s the same as living in an arena.’

I played the arena warrior in the previous episode as well.

Who would have thought he was the ruler of Wallochia?

“Has the sun risen? Are you openly active like this?”

“That is why blood relatives are dangerous. It’s because their skin is a bit pale, and they have no fear or damage from the sun. It’s easy to hide in groups and become parasitic like mosquitoes.”

Servants would melt in the sun, lose their senses, suffer from hallucinations, or experience various side effects, but blood relatives did not have such things.

Vlad may not have been the first vampire, but he was the first to overcome sunlight, so the blood relatives who inherited his blood also overcame sunlight.

“Then you’re the grandfather who was deceived by that face.”

grandfather?

More than that.

Even the youngest kin, Agathon, is hundreds of years old.

“under.”

“A blood relative is a family from which Vlad directly gave his blood. The fact that a vampire gives me my blood also means that I share my power. How can those suspicious mosquitos easily drop blood?”

Achievements or been with him for a very long time.

The blood that only a handful of handfuls of servants receive.

The man on stage was a vampire who received that precious blood.

“Mosquito is a pretty cute guy.”

He was a cutie who had eaten for a thousand years, so Pasimea vomited.

“Ugh… Do you love your son who is hundreds of years old?”

“Children who are children to their parents are cute even when they become old people.”

similar family.

“Warrior Agathon! Show me your strength!”

At the same time as the host’s cry, the slaves rushed in.

“Are you enjoying watching?”

I turned my head back from facing the stage.

A man in a dazzling gold suit stood there.

The man raised his chin and looked down at me with a sneering smile.

“ah. you don’t know who i am I am-“

“Hugo Tsaiken.”

Hugo furrowed his eyebrows.

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Ah yes? It was the corner of the eye that said.

“The slaves of blood relatives roam fearlessly.”

“…”

For an instant, the boy’s eyes fluttered.