Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

Even if my soul grows, I am human.

At least not yet… I am an existence that can make mistakes at any time.

Are you blindly following me?

How stupid and dangerous this is.

“I could be wrong. You can do something wrong. So don’t swear on me. Admit that I could be wrong and look at me.”

Rachel bit her lip.

He blinked his eyes as if he was about to cry.

“…What does Dad want me to do?”

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“Look around you. How your actions will be seen by others, can you convince others of your actions, will others accept them. You should start there. Because now you only see me.”

The standard of action should be placed on human beings, not gods.

Only when the standard of action becomes human, is it free from fanaticism.

I gently patted her trembling head.

“…”

Rachel was silent.

Her thoughts fluctuated greatly.

However, negative emotions were not read.

Little by little, very slowly, his thoughts were calming down.

“I trust you, Rachel. So don’t make me sad.”

I stopped.

arrived at the square.

“If not, then one day it will be like that.”

There was a platform in the middle of the square.

A wooden platform set up for street events.

Calliope threw the bishop over the platform.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the people gathered in the plaza gasped.

“Who is that…?”

“It’s the Bishop!”

Those who calmed their frightened hearts soon became angry.

“That, that blasphemous!”

“Let the bishop go!”

“What are you doing!”

Calliope scanned the surroundings and drew the sword from its scabbard.

He grabbed the knife with a shiny blade and aimed it at the back of the bishop’s neck.

Then the crowd fell silent in astonishment.

“Faith is such a funny thing.”

I muttered my thoughts and went up to the podium with Rachel.

The bishop raised his head with his back stomped on by Calliope.

“Me, what are you trying to do with me?”

“You have to kill it. What are you going to do with the parasite alive?”

“I am a priest! Bishop of Horvid, the god of wolves! Even the king of Germania would not dare treat me like this!”

“so?”

I aroused the magic of the ring.

“Ugh!”

“What is it like to be a slave to mosquitoes and spread parasites?”

I turned and looked at the crowd.

A look of anger on his face, as if he was about to run away.

A priest is a bridge that connects gods and humans.

It will look like blasphemy against me and God in their eyes.

“Listen. I will tell you one truth.”

Other members of the family came up to the podium.

“There is no disease called the emperor’s curse in this world. It’s a bug, not a disease. It is a parasite that crawls into your body and feeds on your blood and flesh.”

The attendants set down the oak barrels they were carrying in a row on the platform.

“And it was this man who spread the parasite.”

Calliope raised the bishop.

“You have been deceived.”

A moment of silence ensued, followed immediately by swear words.

“lie!”

“Free the Bishop!”

“This is heresy!”

The square was full of boos.

Stones and rubbish flew over the podium.

“The truth is always heartbreaking.”

I kicked the oak barrel with a sneer.

The oak barrel rolled off the platform and fell to the floor.

The barrel shattered with a pop, and the contents spilled out in all directions.

“Kyaaak!”

“What, what!”

The contents were bloody water with a strong bloody smell.

Tiny clots of blood wriggled in the bloody water.

It was a larva that the bishop had been raising in the temple.

“That is the curse of the Emperor you fear.”

Rachel broke the oak barrel in front of me with her mace.

Clots of blood spread across the platform and I picked up one of them.

A tiny larva compared to the one that emerged from the body of the Marquis.

About the size of a pinch of melted cheese.

“You’ve grown a lot.”

These larvae were packed into each oak barrel.

“Do you know what you are going to do?”

The bishop trembled and lowered his head.

“Rachel.”

Rachel swung the mace over the bishop’s head, boom, boom.

The mace spun several times in the air, accelerating.

And the moment you strike the bishop on the head,

Fire—and the bishop’s whole body was illuminated.

“Oh, oh…!”

The bishop groped his body with a face full of joy.

“Horbid! Will you save me!”

The light surrounding him exploded even more intensely.

At the same time, his level rose rapidly.

【Lv. 76]

The bishop’s body swelled with light.

The swollen flesh tore through the clergyman’s robes, turning gray and growing thick hair.

As for the face, the muzzle has grown elongated and the teeth have grown sharp.

Krrr…

The bishop lost his human form and became a wolf, growling.

“Horvid.”

I read the identity of the bishop’s power.

A figure shimmering like a haze forms behind the bishop.

The figure glared at me with the face of a huge wolf.

“The wolf has been brought to a shabby place.”

The haze shook violently.

The wolf-turned-bishop roared.

Aww–!

In response to the roar, clots of blood wriggling on the floor jumped up.

It clung to the crowd like a swarm of mosquitoes.

“Kyaaah!”

The blood seeped into the skin as if water had been sprinkled on cotton.

The bloody crowd groaned in agony.

“father!”

Rachel swung her mace and slashed the gore.

Countless blood clots flew from all sides.

I tried to cling to me and my family.

“go away!”

A clot of blood exploded at my cry.

The clot of blood clinging to me, my family, and the crowd exploded, and the clot of blood that soaked into it flowed back and fell to the floor.

It turned into white crystals and crumbled, just like when a servant died.

“Did you promise to do something to me with this thing?”

I snorted at the haze.

– You impious man!

Kung, Kung, taking the podium, the bishop rushed.

The bishop who became a wolf became several times larger in size.

It aimed at my head and opened its mouth, bigger than my body.

I stretched out my hand between the people who stood in front of me to protect me.

wince

Just as he jumped into the air, the bishop stopped.

He trembled and tried to move, but he couldn’t budge.

“Even though the outside has changed, the inside remains the same.”

Magical power flowing from Vlad’s ring.

Magical power bound the bishop who received Horbid’s power.

Just as he was a man, he was also reduced to a slave.

Born as a servant of Vlad’s bloodline, he was bound as a wolf.

“The blood of mosquitoes running through your body. The power of the dog that surrounds you. I was wondering which one would be stronger.”

I snorted.

“I think this one is stronger.”

I clenched my fist and hit it.

Then the wolf slammed into the podium.

– hehehe!

Bishop Bowler, who had become a wolf, screamed.

– Uh, why?

“That means the one closer to you is the mosquito, not the wolf.”

I twisted my palm and showed the bishop the ring.

– Such, nonsense…

“Nonsense? Then whose body does this body play into my hands?”

He slowly opened his fisted hand.

The bishop’s body stretched in all directions as if it were being torn apart.

– What are you doing!

Stop, stop, the bishop screaming and shaking his face.

A haze roared violently beside him.

The magic of the ring that tried to tear the body was suppressed for an instant.

The power of the haze enveloped his body and dispelled his mana.

“Get out, wolf. Do not intervene in human affairs.”

I glared at the haze and sighed.

At that moment, a light emanated from me and overtook the bishop and the haze.

– Ugh, ugh!

The haze was erased like a candle in front of the wind.

An inaudible scream passed through my mind.

The bishop gritted his teeth and let out a moan of pain.

I just threw my hand down.

thud!

Again the bishop was slammed to the podium.

A hail of smoke escaped from him as he crouched down and embraced him.

The divine power that Horbid had bestowed upon him was dissipating.

Woodeuk, Wooddeuk…

The sound of bones twisting came from the body where the divine power was drained.

The hair was lost, bare skin was exposed, and the flesh had lost its color from gray to white.

The long snout also shrunk and returned to its human form.

The bowler who turned into a wolf has returned to being a human bowler.

“Nice to see.”

“The strength… Master Horvid’s voice…”

The bishop covered his face with both hands.

“Why, why can’t you hear me! Horvid’s voice!”

“When the light is so strong, there is no shadow.”

I nodded to Rachel.

Rachel grabbed the mace and stood in front of him.

He hit the floor and tried to get himself up.

“I can’t do this… I can’t do this…! I, how much—“

puck!

Bishop Bowler’s head exploded.

Suddenly, the body fell backwards, spurting blood.

The blood soon became discolored and turned into salt crystals along with the body.

Heo-eok······

A choking sound spread through the square.

The crowd widened their eyes at the sight of the bishop’s corpse.

How could this happen, he muttered the same thing and crossed himself.

But there was no sorrow for the bishop in their eyes.

“I will say it again.”

I looked around at the crowd and raised my voice.

“You are being deceived. The emperor’s curse, which took root in the city and made you fearful, is a parasite planted by the bishop who became salt here to rule you.”

The crowd fell silent.

Bishop Bowler turned into a wolf.

There was no way he didn’t know that it was the power of Horvid, the god of wolves.

And at the same time the wolf roared, the parasite attacked the crowd.

What will the crowd think of it?

Also, didn’t my cry kill the parasites and save them?

“…”

That is why the crowd quietly listens to me.

They did not dispute me because doubts were planted in their minds.

‘I don’t think that trust will be broken to this extent.’

But it won’t be enough to shatter the deep-rooted beliefs of the crowd.

Will the trust of a lifetime be shattered by just one suspicion?

It’s just a tiny crack.

‘At most, that bishop is corrupt.’

Like some heresies.

‘But this is just the beginning. I know that the sins you have committed are many, not just this one. I know that you are the whole, not a part.’

I’ll pull out some of them.

If you take out all the parts, it will eventually become the whole.

‘I will drive you out of the human spirit.’

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“…”

The crowd looked at each other and then looked back.

Footsteps were heard in the awkward silence.

Upon discovering the owner of the sound, the crowd split on both sides.

On the road thus created, the Marquis of Loisene was standing.

“Marquis?”

“How is he?”

The crowd was stunned to see him.

I was being supported, but I was walking.

Their lord, who would have been natural to die at any time.

He climbed to the podium with the support of his daughter, Julia Roesene.

“Is Bowler dead?”

The Marquis looked down at the podium and murmured.

White crystals were scattered across the platform like scattered salt.

And among them, the holy relic of the Wolf Church fell.

It was the holy relic worn by Bishop Bowler.

“To kill a priest of the Horbid religion, and a bishop at that.”

You’ve done a terrible thing, said the Marquis.

I slightly twisted the corner of my left mouth.

“Don’t you think it would be more frightening to leave this man alive?”

At my sarcastic remark, the marquis shook his shoulders.

“Right. If I had kept him alive, he would have killed me in the end.”

He let out a self-deprecating laugh.

“I am too old. To believe that the Church will protect me even after I have already been stabbed in the back… Yes, Edar. What are you going to do now?”

Not to mention.

We need to catch the parasites left in the city.

I told him to gather people.

Gather the damned in this city.

I can heal them

They told me to order them to come find me.

He nodded and turned to look at the crowd.

“All the people of my city, see and hear!”

The crowd focused their attention on his words.

“As I, Matthias Rosene, tell you, as you have seen and felt, the emperor’s curse is not a disease. The parasites attached to your body are the substance of the curse.”

He let go of Yulia’s support and stood upright on his own.

“Look again. I, who was about to die, stand before you. What does this mean? For I have overcome the curse and have regained life. Doesn’t this mean that the emperor’s curse is no longer an incurable disease!”

He stretched out his right arm and pointed at me.

“Here is someone who will lift the curse in front of you. He who called you lies and heretics dishonored you can heal you. If any of you are cursed, confess your sins and lift the curse.”

The crowd looked at each other and then dispersed from the plaza.

Because only healthy people can come out to the square.

Scattered to bring back the cursed among my family.

And soon they returned, many with their families.

“Can I really get better?”

“Children first…”

“The hematemesis is too severe. Even the priest said no…”

Each of them brought their families to the podium.

I personally touched each of them and removed the curse.

The moment my hand touched the sick person’s body, clots of blood flowed from the skin and fell to the floor, turning into white crystals.

“oh my god···.”

The power contained in Vlad’s soul fragment is strong.

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If you put your mind to it, you could handle the clot of blood from afar.

Return to the ashes, as in Sodomora, one word was enough.

‘I wonder if there’s something I can realize.’

Accept that what is in my body is a parasite,

I understand that I have rid my body of parasites,

I must realize that the curse is a sin committed by the god I believed in.