Building A Human Empire By Creating A Clan [EN]: Chapter 48

Servant of the Bloodline

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‘Gerhardt has been working hard.’

I smiled as I read the report sent by the Turan Governor-General’s office.

I had read it last month, but it was a well-organized report even upon rereading.

I had also considered creating an industrial complex myself.

However, I postponed it, feeling that our administrative capacity was insufficient at the time.

Gerhardt and the Governor-General’s office accomplished it.

‘It’s a bit small, though.’

It was called an industrial complex, but it wasn’t particularly large.

This isn’t an era where mechanical engineering has developed to the extent of the Industrial Revolution in my previous life.

It was simply a matter of consolidating the looms in one place and dividing the labor.

‘It’s nothing like the overwhelming sight of a factory rivaling the size of a city, or a single factory covering the entire country’s production.’

Frankly, it was just an integration of cottage industries scattered throughout the northern region, so the result was expected.

‘Of course, that alone is an achievement, and productivity has increased significantly.’

The report also detailed the amount of fabric produced per day, with the numbers unusually bold, as if the pen had been pressed down hard while writing them.

I imagined he must have emphasized it to show off his accomplishments.

‘He’s like a child, even though he’s all grown up.’

I chuckled, picturing Gerhardt shrugging his shoulders.

‘Next time, I’ll have to build it on the Great Plains.’

The location chosen by the Governor-General’s office for the factory site wasn’t ideal.

It might be considered suitable by northern Wallachian standards.

The Great Plains offered plenty of better locations.

‘The barrenness of the north makes it difficult to support a large population. Moreover, geographically, transportation is poor, making import and export inconvenient.’

Above all, there was no compelling reason to create a large city in the north.

If I were to build one, I would build it on the Great Plains to increase the population density.

I pondered for a while and then yawned.

‘Things are working out somehow because I have familiars [magical creatures bound to a person].’

In previous iterations, when I didn’t have familiars, I had to do everything myself.

No matter how superhuman I acted, there was a limit when I only had one body.

Things had never gone as smoothly as they do now.

‘No, not really… I wouldn’t say it’s smooth.’

I smiled bitterly.

Has there ever been a time when I was so constrained as I am now?

I recalled the storms I had weathered in just over half a year.

I was dragged into the representative system on my first day in office,

A few days later, I was invaded by Count Dorin,

And shortly after, I conquered Ugdashi and northern Wallachia.

It was a series of breathtakingly rapid developments.

‘Fortunately, it’s been quiet lately.’

The last few months have been peaceful.

The representative system’s sabotage continued in various parts of the Great Plains, but at least there were no official armed conflicts.

‘Thanks to that, I was able to mobilize my familiars to my heart’s content, so the work went smoothly.’

I accomplished a lot during this peaceful period.

I accepted more than 3,000 immigrants,

I built 6 more large grain warehouses to prepare for grain storage,

I built a highway connecting Ollimurs and Turan,

I provided looms to every house…

‘I hope this peace will continue in the future, but it will be difficult.’

It was time for Wallachia to react.

There’s no way they wouldn’t respond to the fact that the north was conquered by a single force.

Moreover, the conqueror was a foreigner and a descendant of Thurdret.

‘Being occupied by Thurdret, a collateral line of the Germania royal family, is a problem that will cause Wallachia to have a seizure [a strong, negative reaction].’

Wallachia is a traditional rival of Germania.

It wasn’t a simple competition, but an extreme relationship of washing blood with blood.

Even when the world is destroyed, they’d stab each other in the back.

‘So they will be very wary of me, but conversely, I can gain their favor.’

I was disowned by Duke Thurdret and treated as an illegitimate child.

Don’t I have more reason than anyone else to oppose Thurdret?

If I promote this point, I could reduce their aversion.

‘It’s just an assumption. I’ll have to actually meet them to know.’

I put down the report and got up from my seat.

Outside the window, I could see the outer walls being built.

Nearly a thousand workers were mobilized and working.

From day laborers hired for simple labor to artisans such as stonemasons, carpenters, and quarrymen, and familiars in between, they had been cutting, stacking, and attaching stones for months.

‘For now, up to the outer walls. And Lagoa, Anbas… I have to raise the walls in order of villages with relatively high importance.’

The two villages mentioned above were being developed as gold mines and granaries.

It would be quite painful if they were attacked, so I had to take precautions.

‘The representative system’s interference is also getting worse, so I need to increase the patrol force. There’s no sign of the work decreasing.’

Squeak—

I raised my head at the familiar cry.

Far outside the window, a kite glided down from the sky.

Knowing that it was Griff’s familiar, I reached out my hand.

A scroll fell onto my palm.

‘Kusdorp.’

I read the owner of the seal stamped on the scroll’s wax.

The seal belonged to the Wallachian royal family, Kusdorp.

The contents filling the papyrus were mostly the titles of the royal family.

The message conveyed by the letter was only one line at the bottom.

– Edar of Thurdret. We invite you to Sodomora.