Building A Human Empire By Creating A Clan [EN]: Chapter 97

Creating a Vassal to Build a Human Empire 99

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The Representative Council. In one of its many chambers.

Six different races sat around a round table.

Each wore a displeased expression.

They were cautious, exchanging glances and sparing their words.

“Horbid has failed.”

The elf was the first to speak.

“The capital of Germania surrendered without resistance, and the monkey’s king was captured and dethroned. And the King of Wallachia came in person to abdicate.”

He spoke with a tone of disbelief, leaning back in his chair.

“Germania, Wallachia. A significant number of humans have fallen into his hands. He will surely treat us with even more arrogance than before. Does anyone have anything to say?”

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The elf’s gaze swept over the other five.

Some turned their heads, some closed their eyes, and others met his gaze.

Among those with different reactions, the dwarf spoke up.

“Zinork, how is the offensive going? Didn’t your orcs and goblins promise to launch an offensive in the Great Plains?”

“It is underway.”

Zinork, the chieftain of the Black Sun Tribe.

He tapped the world map spread out on the round table with his index finger.

“We have already entered the Great Plains and occupied half of the land he holds.”

“‘Occupied’ is the only word you should use.”

The dwarf glared at Zinork.

“While you stalled under the excuse of gathering forces in the Nerup Plains, the humans completed their evacuation. The area you occupied faced no resistance or damage. Do you think I wouldn’t know?”

“No resistance? We are still fighting. The Red Rock Tribe has fallen, and their chieftain is dead. That happened just a few days ago.”

“You must have culled the tribes that didn’t listen. If not, why keep the main force in the plains and only send down small tribes?”

Zinork scoffed.

“Does the Representative Council interfere with even that? All you asked of us was to attack the Great Plains, not to die together.”

The dwarf frowned at the rough language.

Zinork bared his teeth and growled like a dog.

The dwarf was merely an ambassador, but the orc was a tribal chief.

Moreover, Zinork was treated as a king among the chiefs.

He had no reason to be intimidated by the displeasure of some ambassador.

“Since when did orcs and goblins have the duty to fight that human? What happens in the southwestern lands is the wolf’s job, and if he failed, the Representative Council should handle it. It’s not our job.”

Thump, thump!

Zinork struck the round table hard.

“If you’re going to hold someone accountable, ask Lord and Mosquito, not us!”

Everyone’s gaze turned to the two empty seats.

The seats of the Dragon Lord and the Mycenaean Vampire Empire.

“Everything has gone wrong since Mosquito broke the agreement and jumped into human lands. And Lord is blocking us every time we try to go to the humans, invoking the power of a non-existent Evil Dragon to stop us.”

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“Those two are helping the humans more than anyone else. So, naturally, they should be held accountable.”

Ugh, an uncomfortable groan echoed in the chamber.

Just like when they first gathered, they exchanged glances and swallowed their words.

“Humans, Mosquito, and Dragon. Things are getting more complicated.”

Tsk, the elf clicked his tongue.

“Will we reach a conclusion by just talking among ourselves? The conversation keeps going astray. Let’s just summon the source of all this and ask him.”

“The source? You mean the human?”

“Are you planning to call him again after being turned down twice already?”

As the ambassadors frowned and objected, the elf shook his head.

“It will be different this time. It has to be different.”

“Why?” The elf answered those who asked with their expressions.

“The observers have reported that the land has become a very good place to live. What does that mean? Doesn’t it mean that Tiamar’s influence has disappeared? If so, there’s no reason for us not to touch the human now, is there?”

The elf stood up and placed both hands on the round table.

“I am convening the Representative Council. And let’s ask that human: Will he submit to us and return to the pen, or will he be hunted?”