Building A Human Empire By Creating A Clan [EN]: Chapter 38

A few days had passed since returning to Olympus.

I received reports via Griff’s familiar that Gerhard was smoothly conquering Northern Wallachia. The spoils sent to Turan had arrived safely, concluding the battle over the mines.

It was around then that envoys from the Grand Council arrived.

Two envoys, twin Elves.

[Level 90]

[Level 90]

They were faces I knew well.

‘The Grand Council is very wary.’

As their levels indicated, they were individuals close to the strongest of their race.

These were direct bodyguards of the Dragon Lord, Ailettrione.

Bodyguards, but in reality, they were the Grand Council’s military force.

‘The reason the Grand Council isn’t just a forum for discussion is because of these two.’

Just because the Grand Council was created for peace doesn’t mean its members all share the same sentiment.

The members prioritize their races and nations above all else, no matter what they say.

And since each of them possesses power capable of overturning mountains, would they be willing to compromise and narrow their differences just because a meeting is arranged?

There needs to be a mediator who is unrelated to the disputing parties but has considerable influence to make them reluctantly negotiate.

These two were such beings.

‘And those guys came to find me directly.’

Proof that the Grand Council is very wary of me.

It was a declaration of their willingness to use force if necessary.

“Arnim, Ras.”

I called out the twins’ names.

The twins, who were approaching me, stopped simultaneously.

Their eyes flickered for a moment, but they didn’t seem too surprised.

‘They must have heard about me.’

What did they hear? That I’m a strange monkey who knows a lot?

“We have honored guests. Did the Lord send you?”

“······.”

The two looked at each other, exchanged glances, and replied.

“Human. The Grand Council has issued a summons for you to appear.”

The elder, Arnim, snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the space between us distorted.

The distorted space opened, revealing the Grand Council’s hall.

The Elf gestured towards the other side.

“Come alone.”

When Calliope and Pasimhea tried to follow me, Ras blocked them.

He exuded an aura mixed with magic, looking at them arrogantly.

“Is it your will, or the Grand Council’s, that I come alone?”

“······.”

The Elf didn’t answer again.

He simply pursed his lips sullenly and pointed at the gate.

I looked down at the Elf, who wasn’t even up to my chin.

His eyes clearly held disgust.

‘Other races, they’re all the same.’

Even if they pretend to be noble on the outside, you can tell by looking at their eyes.

To them, humans are just monkeys mimicking the conversations of civilized people.

They must hate that a monkey dares to sit in the same place as civilized people.

In my past life, I even had my eyes cut out for making eye contact.

Compared to then, I’m somewhat recognized now.

‘It’s a dirty world where the only respect is respect for power.’

I chuckled emptily and met his gaze directly.

I didn’t care how much aura an Elf exuded.

‘Calliope, Pasimhea.’

The two familiars stepped forward, unleashing their auras.

The four of us here possessed a combined level of nearly 400.

The ground trembled as the magic mixed in our auras collided.

“···Kugh.”

The twins groaned.

They probably didn’t expect me to resist.

Confusion was evident in their eyes.

They belatedly tried to raise their auras to push back the two familiars, but the tilted balance could not be restored.

‘Just because levels are similar doesn’t mean the standards are the same.’

I said I knew them.

Flowers in a greenhouse, raised by the Dragon Lord.

They have talent and experience, but lack depth.

With the Lord backing them, who would dare to touch them?

This must be the first time they’ve received an aura from someone of equal or greater strength.

“You… damn…”

One should become calmer when being pushed back.

The twins bit their lips without even trying to suppress their emotions.

The fact that they were being pushed back by aura for the first time,

And that the opponent was a human,

Seemed to ignite rage at the wound inflicted on their pride.

They cursed and placed their hands on their waists.

[Level 92]

As their hands reached the sword hilt, their levels rose.

The unilaterally tilted aura regained some balance.

Their breathing stabilized, and their eyes gained strength.

Arnim leaned forward, gripping the hilt tightly.

“The Lord would be saddened.”

Twitch.

Just before drawing his sword, Arnim’s movement stopped.

I smiled and looked at the pair of swords hanging on the twins’ waists.

“The Lord had something to say when he gave those to you.”

Anxiety flickered in the twins’ eyes.

“‘Hold it for the sake of the Grand Cause, wield it for the sake of the Grand Cause.'”

At that moment, the twins trembled as if struck by lightning.

“I didn’t know I was such a great enemy. Will you draw it?”

Arnim bit his lips, which had lost their color and turned bluish.

Cold sweat formed on his forehead, running down his cheeks and falling to the ground from his chin.

As the seething emotions temporarily ceased, reason stirred within him.

Ras glanced at Arnim and shook his head.

“Kugh…”

With a humiliated expression, he slowly removed his hand from the sword.

The aura and magic surrounding them disappeared.

“I’ll ask again. Did the Lord tell me to come alone?”

“······.”

The twins avoided answering.

Of course, he wouldn’t act so timidly.

I passed by Arnim, patting him on the shoulder.

The sound of gnashing teeth.

I snorted and ignored him.

A dog that only knows how to bark isn’t scary.