Build a Human Empire by Creating Clans

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Right after Edar left, Eric lowered his head.

Before entering the drawing room, he took out his hidden hand.

An orichalcum ring with a subtle purple hue.

After stroking the ring, I went into the drawing room.

“I am back. father, mother.”

“Eirik—”

“Why are you here now?”

As soon as she was greeted, Ibella interrupted the duke and threw her words away.

“yes?”

“Do you know what happened to your brother Haral?”

When he blinked and said nothing, she glared.

“Are you busy playing outside? Do you know who came to this mansion right now?”

“···yes. Edar is back. Did you just see it?”

“okay! While you were playing outside, ‘eldest son’ Edar came back. I want to ask for Sudret’s castle and succession rights.”

Eric was silent.

It was news I knew.

The reason I came back was because of that.

He came because Edar came to Sudret.

– Eric Sudlet.

For an instant, I heard the voice of Archbishop Gottlov in my mind.

– Don’t forget your duty.

The radiance disappeared from Eric’s eyes when he heard the voice.

“Eirik!”

And seeing him lost in thought, Ibella raised her voice.

The brilliance returned and he raised his head.

“Yes, mother.”

“You really aren’t… I had high expectations of you.”

Seeing him click his tongue, Eric frowned.

The haze from a moment ago was gone.

I stared at Ibella with clear eyes.

“Then what do you want me to do?”

Ibella blinked at her son’s harsh tone.

Then, when he was about to blush and say something, the Duke stepped out.

“It’s not something you should do to your mother.”

“···sorry.”

“I wish I could look at least half of your brother.”

“…”

“honey.”

The expression disappeared from Eric’s face at Ybela’s muttering.

However, the duke and wife did not care about their son’s change.

The duke pretended to be noble and stroked his chin.

“Eirik, have you heard the news from the Archbishop?”

“I decided to visit Gyo-guk, so you will be back soon.”

“If you do, tell me. I have something urgent to tell you.”

Eric narrowed his eyes.

“Can I know what it is about?”

The Duke looked at Eric for a moment and then shook his head.

“You don’t need to know.”

“Why?”

“It is better that you do not know.”

“Father, I am the eldest son. I’m also in the family-“

The duke raised his hand to interrupt Eric.

“You just need to devote yourself to Lord Horvid, climb high, and assist your younger brother. There is no need to get involved in the big and small affairs of the family.”

“…Isn’t it okay if I inherit the family?”

At his son’s words, the duke wrinkled his brow.

“What do you think is the reason I sent you to Horbidism?”

“I thought I would inherit the family.”

“Your brother is more talented than you, so there’s no need for that.”

A cold answer that could not be seen as a statement to a child.

Eric’s eyes widened and his shoulders trembled.

The gaze moved from the duke to the mother.

She also nodded as if agreeing with her husband’s words.

“You do your job. Leave it to Haral to carry on the family line. Sooner or later, you will be ordained a bishop, and when you are appointed here, won’t you see the brothers leading the family together?”

Eric clenched his fists.

The expressionless face turned white.

“Enough. I’m busy today, so let’s stop.”

The duke rose from his seat.

Ibella stood up after him and whispered softly.

“Go to your brother. You will like it when you see it.”

Eric didn’t answer.

Even after the two of them left, they stayed there for a long time.

In his mind, the words exchanged earlier mixed with the words of the archbishop.

– Your brother is superior to you.

-Leave the inheritance of the family to your younger brother.

– You are the owner of the sudlet.

fast…

He bit his teeth and gripped his hand so tightly that it bled.

Ibella scolded him for coming to play, but it was not true.

He went with the archbishop to the church and received a deep teaching.

– Humans have their own destiny. Nobles as rulers, slaves as cattle. What do you think your destiny is?

The archbishop had whispered to him as he left the family as if he were running away.

– You’ve heard. The fate that Lord Horvid had foretold. Yes, you must be the master of the sudlet.

Talent doesn’t matter.

Effort doesn’t matter.

The important thing is only the fate that God has decided.

The archbishop said so and told Eric.

– But you’re defying fate. Do you understand what I mean?

‘I ran away from fate?’

Eric was just trying to follow the will of the family.

However, the archbishop said that the act of following the will of the family is an act of going against the destiny that God has foretold.

Following the will of the family means that he does not inherit the family.

The fate ordained by God is to inherit his family.

The Duke of Sudret and the wolf god Horvid, who would be more right?

– Become the owner of the sudlet. Eric. Don’t deny fate.

“fate···.”

Eric touched the ring.

I couldn’t hear her voice, but I felt a strange energy.

Energy flowed through his body, invigorating him.

“I am the one who should succeed Sudret.”

Eric was not convinced by his parents’ decision.

He considered himself the real eldest son, except for an illegitimate child.

Since the child Ibela gave birth to when she was worried about the birth of her illegitimate eldest son was Eric, she was expected that much.

Even if he is an illegitimate child, the eldest son is the eldest son.

To inherit the duchy beyond the fake eldest son.

Ibela rigorously educated Eric.

It was like bullying an illegitimate child.

The only difference was whether there was love or not.

‘With what kind of mind I endured and endured…’

Everything changed when his younger brother Haral was born and his talent bloomed.

If you know one, you know ten, the younger brother’s talent was like that.

An overwhelming talent that will surpass his father within 10 years.

When that talent blossomed, Eric became an outsider.

His efforts so far have gone unrewarded.

‘Isn’t sending me to the Archbishop an opportunity?’

I was mistaken.

The one sent to the Archbishop was to give him a chance to inherit the family.

It was a world where it was common to be both a bishop and a secular monarch.

It was regarded as meaning to succeed the archbishop and also to succeed the duke.

However, it was an illusion, and the reality was cold.

-Your brother is more talented than you, so there’s no need for that.

“Damn it…”

The method and degree were different, but that too was abandoned.

Just as Edar was deprived of the castle and succession rights and sent to the Great Plains.

‘How did I get here!’

I swallowed the cry that lingered in my mouth.

Eric rubbed the ring over and over again.

Each time, the body was energized and energized.

At the same time, the sinking feeling was revived.

‘Horbid-sama… Horbid-sama has foretold me. He has appointed me as the owner of Sudlet.’

I walked for a long time down the hallway with an expressionless face and went to my brother’s room.

“Oh, are you here?”

His younger brother, Haral Sudret, was giggling with the lady-in-waiting and roughly shaking hands.

Eric dismissed the lady-in-waiting and sat next to him.

“Why did you come empty-handed?”

Haral grumbled and tilted the glass the lady-in-waiting left behind.

Haral said after wiping the alcohol from his lips.

“Brother, do you know that bastard is here?”

“uh.”

“The son of a prostitute who doesn’t even know the subject was allowed to know how he roasted his father. You can come home.”

Haral tilted his glass again and continued.

“Is the father trying to pass on the family to that bastard?”

“no.”

“right? don’t you think My father said I should follow. Do you think so too?”

Eric kept his mouth shut.

Haral saw this and smiled.

“What is your reaction? Did you ever think that your brother would succeed?”

Ha ha ha, I laughed as if I was getting drunk already.

“Dream bro. To be honest, you don’t have any talent.”

“…I don’t have any talent?”

“no? Even though you’ve never defeated me before.”

Eric looked at Haral quietly.

The face was expressionless and the lips were tightly shut.

If Haral wasn’t drunk, he would have swallowed his words in goose bumps.

However, I was not in a position to notice, so I kept opening my mouth.

“Hyung, to be honest, hyung’s talent is garbage. Wouldn’t you be treated if it weren’t for that baby? You know how much your mother expected and treated you well, right? But if you look at that mess, you’ll get an answer.”

“…”

He squeezed his hand on his lap until it bled.

It was bitten so hard that it snapped out of its jaws.

Instead of blushing, his face turned white and his nose flared.

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‘Are you even looking at me that way…!’

Passion boiled over.

A passion that wants to rip apart everything that can be caught right away.

Cold rationality quickly melted into hot emotions.

At that moment, the Archbishop’s voice was heard again.

– Eric, keep your destiny.

The ring trembled, spreading the aura it held over his body.

– You must carry on the loyalty of the Duke of Sudret.

As the energy permeated his body, the blood vessels on his skin became prominent.

– However, if that is not possible…

The radiance disappeared from his eyes.

– End Sudret’s history. Sever the bud of betrayal with your integrity. so that it never sprouts again.

Eric’s gaze turned to Haral’s neck.

As if he would break his neck at any moment.

And Grif’s kite was watching them from outside the window.

I won’t give you anything

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“Oh, tongjae.”

The sorcerer, Grif, admired.

The manor house in Olymus, the office there.

Griff sat alone in the seat of honor and put the dried fruit in his mouth.

There was a sight in his eyes as he chewed the fruit.

The sight of Eric Sudret harboring murderous intent against Haral Sudret.

He was observing the situation through a familiar sent to Duke Sudret’s mansion.

“To be blinded by jealousy and seduced by religion. It’s also a family with no answers. What kind of bloodline… No, does that mean that Edar-sama is also swearing at me?”

He smiled and turned the familiar’s head back.

Familiar, the Kite’s gaze saw the Great Hall in the center of the city.

Dark clouds gathered over the Great Hall, and I felt a familiar sensation.

Griff knew well what that meant.

“I will start soon.”

Cut the line of sight connected to the familiar.

Then I saw the paperwork piled up on the desk in the office.

Originally, it was a task that Edar should have handled and Griff assisted.

Since Edar was away, he served as the lord’s representative.

“Ugh. A lot of jingling.”

I picked up the papers while muttering to myself.

“The construction plan for the Olymus-Roesene Road. It is approved.”

“A fire in the factory… is it the work of a servant?”

“Request to join the war in Wallochia, no.”

“Raising the production target for the Lagoa mine. Of course it’s approved.”

As I was flipping through the papers, someone knocked on the door.

It was so strong that I wondered if the door would break.

“What are you going to do?”

The gold maker, Pasimea, burst open the door and entered.

“What else is the problem?”

Grif asked, not taking his eyes off the papers.

“The situation is really bad.”

“When was it good?”

Pasimea’s face crumpled as she mumbled.

“Pig heads. The numbers keep growing. 10,000 more every day? I guess I’m really crazy Does it make sense that there are already close to 120,000 animals gathered in a wasteland with nothing to eat?”

“oh.”

Griff gave a brief exclamation and put the paper down.

Just as Griff communicated with Edar in the Familiar language, Pasimea and other wizards used Familiar to monitor the Great Plains and its surroundings.

Pasimea’s area is the Nehrup Plain.

It was where the Ironmist tribe of Ugdash had been stationed.

“It looks like someone is warmly supporting us from behind. Eating pigs is no joke.”

“A dwarf or a dwarf. Maybe mosquito babies.”

“It’s obvious.”

“If you push that thing down, we can’t stop it. Edar must come.”

“I know. So, aren’t you giving up on defense and everything and sending it to Edar-sama?”

Sitting down in a chair, she looked at the map spread out on the desk.

The map was a world map, with various markers placed on it.

Grif chewed on the dried fruit and pointed at each mark.

“This is Edar-sama, the required pseudo-fanatics, this is Old Man Nuadil, and this is Hilde’s patrol…”

“wait for a sec.”

Pasimea tilted her head.

There were several unusually small markers on the map.

What the mark pointed to was the carriage of his family.

A carriage made by his family to fill the logistical void as the nobles and guilds disappeared while conquering northern Wallachia.

As Gerhard’s governor-general operated the northern part of the country in a stable manner, a merchant company naturally formed and logistics became stable.

Afterwards, he was put under the direct control of Griff and took on duties such as periodically purchasing food from Germania and Wallochia and selling textiles produced in the northern industrial complex.

“Why are there so many convoys? When did you increase it like this?”

The carriage markers, which had increased several times before, were clustered between the Great Plains and Germania.

It meant that there was a large-scale logistics supply in Germania.

“I increased it this time. We gathered non-combat profession nobles from among us and reorganized them.”

“why? In that case, wouldn’t it be better to give me a weapon and send it to Edar?”

“no. Now is the time to fight in numbers. It is more important that we provide a stable supply of food and funds to feed a hundred people than sending one or two of us.”

A look that still doesn’t know.

Griff tossed the dried fruit up and ate it in his mouth.

“How long ago did you hear? That the bishop in the Marquis of Loizene turned into a wolf.”

“uh. Holo… No, I heard Horvid gave a blessing or something?”

Griff nodded.

“Edar-sama said that the further west you go, the closer you get to the Religion, the more people like that will increase in number, and they will become stronger.”

Pasimea widened her eyes.

“Does that make sense? Making humans the level of heterogeneous people?”

“I didn’t understand, so I asked, but is a god still a god even if it’s a fake god? All human beings in this world believe. He said he couldn’t ignore it.”

I got up from my seat and spilled the fruit bowl over the Germania area.

Dried fruits filled Germania and covered the marks.

Grif took out the marker and placed it on top of the fruit.

“The situation is like this now.”

“Did that fruit refer to the members of the Wolf Cult?”

“that’s right. It’s not just a god who believes in the middle of the day, but if you sift out only zealous believers, that level will come out. By comparison, Rachel is living all over Germania.”

Pasimea laughed at the words Rachel and Seosik.

“…Rachel will be saddened if she hears it.”

“Is it okay if I can’t hear you?”

Griff shrugged.

“Anyway… imagine that a madman who can be given Horbid’s power at any time engages in guerrilla warfare while receiving food and weapons from ordinary followers.”

Even the total number of people in the household was less than one thousand.

If mobilized, tens of thousands of conscripts could be recruited, but due to their weak military force, even a single zealous believer who was endowed with the power of God could not handle it.

“If this is just us being hostile, we’ll do something about it, but they’re rampaging right now to annihilate all but the zealous believers. What if we add a few more?”

“driving me crazy···.”

Pasimea scratched her head nervously.

“That’s why Edar took the pseudo. This fight has been a religious war from the beginning. An onward religious war, converting the common people.”

However, the initial plan was only small.