Building A Human Empire By Creating A Clan [EN]: Chapter 60

“Edar!”

Vlad landed heavily in the guest room amidst falling debris as the ceiling gave way, shouting his name.

“Edar Lundringeeeeeeen!”

The magic infused in his cry stirred the wind, scattering dust motes in the air.

The dust swirled and escaped through the gaping hole in the guest room where the wall had been.

Vlad stood, his ten blood relatives arrayed behind him, glaring at Edar.

His bloodshot eyes trembled with fury.

“How dare you! How dare you kill Agaton!”

The cry tore from his throat, raw with rage.

The great nobles of Wallachia trembled like aspens in a storm.

But Edar stood firm, meeting his gaze calmly.

His eyes held an even stronger sense of displeasure than before.

A damned gaze that increasingly resembled the scorching sun.

“You cherish your own children, but other people’s children are nothing more than livestock to you?”

A low laugh echoed in the ruined guest room as more stone fragments rained down.

“Your anger is unjustified. You are a monster who betrayed his own kind, murdered his own kind, and devoured his own kind. You should be the one facing wrath, not dispensing it.”

“Shut your mouth!”

He snarled, baring his teeth, his lips trembling with barely suppressed fury.

Edar clicked his tongue in disapproval and casually extracted a cigarette from his pocket, placing it between his lips.

The great nobles were disgusted by his relaxed demeanor, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere.

“So? Did you come here to kill me?”

“No.”

Vlad stated the word firmly, each syllable ringing with intent.

“I will make you my servant. Forever. Until the end of this world. I will make you grateful even for crawling in the dirt, filthier than sewage, screaming and begging for forgiveness in pain as my servant.”

“I see.”

Edar took a deep drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red.

His gaze swept over Vlad and his blood relatives, assessing them.

The master of the bloodline, and his ten progeny.

“Hic, hic···.”

On the other hand, the humans facing him numbered only seven.

No, four of them were just livestock, lacking both the will and the power to fight.

Those great nobles were worth less than the commoners of the elves.

‘Humans are inferior after all,’ Edar mused.

Vlad followed Edar’s gaze and understood his assessment. He subtly raised the corner of his mouth in a sneer, but then realized that Edar was mirroring his expression.

“You really are an inferior fellow,” Edar said, his voice laced with amusement.

“What other—”

He was about to rebuke him for his insolence, but he noticed an unnatural silence enveloping the guest room.

While the servants should have been rampaging through the city center, everything was eerily quiet.

“······?”

Vlad wasn’t the only one who sensed something amiss.

Konrad’s expression hardened, and he gestured to Hugo.

Hugo cautiously slipped out of the guest room to investigate, and then—

“Huff···.”

He burst back in, gasping for air.

He tripped and crawled back like a whipped dog.

“E, Elder···!”

Thump—!

The ground vibrated.

Thump, thump, thump—

Everyone’s eyes snapped towards the outside of the guest room.

Even though they couldn’t see anything beyond the ruined walls.

A deep, resonant reverberation, like the sound of war drums, emanated from the city.

Vlad realized it was the sound of countless spears striking the ground in unison.

And that it was a sound made by countless people simultaneously striking with all their might.

“Edar! Edar Lundringen!”

Hundreds of voices shouted the same words in perfect synchronization.

“The sole master of humanity!”

The resounding roar echoed powerfully throughout the half-destroyed palace.

The magic woven into the roar created a palpable pressure, assaulting their senses.

Vlad shuddered, goosebumps erupting across his skin.

The aura of the Emperor and his blood relatives faltered for a moment, pushed back by the sheer force of the unified will.

“You···,” Konrad muttered in disbelief.

It was an oppressive feeling he had never experienced in his long life.

The other blood relatives also couldn’t mask their shock, their eyes wide with apprehension.

Seeing their reactions, Edar threw back his head and laughed, a booming sound that filled the room.

“Ha, haha, hahahahaha!”

Edar clutched his stomach and lowered his head, tears of mirth streaming down his face.

Again, everyone’s eyes turned to him, a mixture of confusion and dread in their gazes.

“Once, twice,” he said, slowly straightening up, a wide smile plastered across his face.

“And this is the third time, Vlad.”

Vlad flinched, a flicker of unease crossing his features.

“How many times do I have to be attacked for you to finally understand? I know everything that only you think you know. Did you really believe I wouldn’t anticipate that you would lose your temper, disregard our agreement, and come barging in here? Did you honestly think I wouldn’t prepare for something that could cost me my life, just because the possibility seemed low?”

Edar tossed the cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his heel.

Smoke curled lazily from his mouth as he spoke.

“If you believed that, you deserve to die.”