As soon as I stood up, the murmuring nobles fell silent and turned their gazes towards .
Their eyes were cold and distant, as if a wall separated us. The Mustache Fairy, sensing the shift in atmosphere, spoke on their behalf.
"It seems Baron Yandel has sothing to say."
His words were polite, but the underlying ssage was clear.
We'll listen to what you have to say, but don't expect us to change our minds.
The other nobles seed to agree.
'I'm not doing this for myself.'
Thirty-one nobles, representing thirty-one demi-human families.
The only one who seed to be on my side was the Rabbit Baroness, who was anxiously watching the situation unfold.
Which ant...
'I just need to convince fifteen more.'
With , lbeth now consisted of thirty-two families.
We needed seventeen votes for a majority, and I already had two secured.
"Um... Baron Yandel?"
The Rabbit Baroness's voice snapped out of my thoughts.
"First, let make one thing clear. I'm not doing this for personal gain."
That was the most important point I had to address before trying to convince them.
"This proposal... it's for the benefit of all of lbeth."
As expected, soone imdiately objected.
"How can supporting Baron Yandel and his clan benefit lbeth?"
"Because I'm different from you."
"...?"
The Mustache Fairy tilted his head, confused.
"A noble's power cos from his family. But my family is just starting out. We don't even have a proper estate yet."
I lowered my posture slightly, and the nobles looked at with even more confusion.
Good. That should give enough montum.
"But none of you truly see as inferior."
I continued,
"It's strange, isn't it? Marquis Terserion, who wouldn't even et with a Baron, and Duke Keallunus, who looks down on everyone... they both treat with respect."
"...."
"Why do you think that is?"
"It's because of your fa, isn't it?"
"Wrong."
Well, he wasn't completely wrong.
But where did that fa co from?
"It's because of my strength."
Bjorn Yandel, the Giant.
The barbarian who had earned his noble title through his own strength.
"My fa and status are a result of my strength."
Therefore...
"That's why you should support ."
The logic was complete.
"If I beco stronger, my status will rise as well."
"...?"
"I'm not satisfied with being a Baron."
Supporting was the sa as supporting lbeth.
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Thirty-one families.
No, with , there were now thirty-two demi-human families in lbeth.
This organization had two major weaknesses.
First, they were discriminated against and ostracized by the human nobles.
And secondly...
'The highest-ranking mber is a Count.'
Their maximum output was a single Count family.
"Help . And I'll help you achieve your goals."
But my logic didn't seem to resonate with them.
Their reactions were lukewarm.
"We understand your ambition, Baron Yandel. But isn't this just a special favor for a specific family?"
Damn it, they were treating like an outsider.
Don't they understand how society works?
You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours.
'Well, at least a few of them seem interested...'
I decided to change my approach.
"That's not the only reason you should support ."
I continued,
"lbeth hasn't invested in any labyrinth-related businesses yet, has it? It wouldn't be a loss for lbeth to sponsor a clan."
The reason why so many nobles sponsored explorer clans wasn't just for show.
Having a clan under your wing ant you had influence in the labyrinth.
And in a kingdom where everything revolved around the labyrinth, that influence was incredibly valuable.
lbeth didn't have a clan yet.
"We understand what you're saying, Baron Yandel. But we haven't avoided the labyrinth because we couldn't handle it."
"Then why?"
I asked, pretending to be ignorant, and the Mustache Fairy answered.
"Because we don't want to provoke the other factions."
It was similar to their strategy of distancing themselves from their tribes.
They were a minority, so they wanted to avoid making enemies.
That was lbeth's motto.
But...
"That's no longer an option."
The mont they accepted , a well-known explorer, that strategy beca obsolete.
But the Mustache Fairy wasn't giving up.
"That's why this is even more dangerous. If we officially support you, there will be no room for excuses. The other factions will think we're using you to gain control of the labyrinth. And that won't be good for you either."
He was basically saying they wouldn't give a single stone.
But I wasn't going to back down.
"Are they that scary?"
I asked provocatively.
I wanted to shake them up a bit.
Their reaction was imdiate.
"...That's a pointless question."
"Why is it pointless?"
"We're just being rational. That's what a leader does. We have to think about our families, our children, and our future generations."
His voice was emotional, but not hostile.
He sounded like a senior giving sincere advice.
So I had to push him further.
"It sounds like you're just passing the buck to the next generation."
"You have no right to criticize my judgnt."
The Mustache Fairy's voice turned cold.
Damn, he was a decent guy, even though he was a bit of a stickler for rules.
I felt a little bad... but I had to do this.
For my team, for my clan.
"You misunderstood ."
I softened my tone.
It was ti to pull back.
"I wasn't criticizing you. I'm just saying we need to be more proactive."
"...."
"That's why you recruited , isn't it?"
The Mustache Fairy didn't answer.
But soone else spoke up.
"I agree with Baron Yandel."
It was Baron Brewellin of the White Wolf tribe.
He was one of the youngest nobles, in his 30s.
He had been the most vocal about the need for change.
"We all agreed that lbeth needs to change, didn't we?"
As the Rabbit Baroness had said, there were many who were dissatisfied with the current situation.
That's why they were so quick to support my argunt.
"I'm not saying I'm in favor of this proposal... but it's worth considering. We've avoided the labyrinth for so long... but it's ti for lbeth to expand its influence. We can't just sit back and watch while the other factions reap the rewards of the war."
Brewellin's words sparked a debate.
"I agree. It's been a hassle to rely on the other tribes for explorers."
"But why Baron Yandel? We can create our own clan with explorers from our own tribes."
"His clan is still small, isn't it? Less than ten mbers."
"Yes. It would be more efficient to gather talented explorers from our own families and create a new clan. Then we can all support it together."
Hmm, this wasn't good.
I had to intervene before the conversation went off track.
"You're all missing the point!"
"...Yes?"
"The war will be over by then!"
Why were these cautious nobles suddenly interested in the labyrinth?
It was because of the war.
Countless families had profited from their sponsored clans.
And the others were starting to feel envious.
'Uh oh...'
But they weren't convinced.
"It's too risky to invest in the labyrinth now. The war might not last much longer."
"I agree. It's better to wait and see."
"Honestly, I'm not sure if this will happen again. Maybe we should just stick to our current strategy..."
Damn it, they were too conservative.
They were so focused on the future that they couldn't see the present.
As a K-Barbarian who valued speed and efficiency, I was frustrated.
But...
'I need to change my strategy.'
I had two options.
To appeal to their greed, or to make their future seem bleak.
I chose the latter.
"You fools! While you're wasting ti, the other factions are getting stronger!"
Negative campaigning was the key to politics.
"Look at the Marquis! He's using the war to expand his influence! He's giving all the important positions to his own people!"
"But Baron Yandel isn't part of his faction, is he?"
"I'm an exception!"
I made a bold statent.
"Look at his son! He's incompetent, but he's a Corps Commander! He's getting all the credit without even doing anything!"
"Well, I wouldn't say he's completely incompetent..."
"Anyway, I was lucky enough to be promoted this ti, but what about next ti? There will be more nobles created, and they'll all be loyal to the factions that supported them!"
"...."
"Are you just going to watch? This is our chance to create another demi-human noble family!"
I appealed to their greed.
But it wasn't enough.
"...We can't change the past."
"The war was an unexpected event."
"Honestly, I'm not sure if this will happen again. Maybe we should just stick to our current strategy..."
They were too stubborn.
Even the Rabbit Baroness, who was trying to support , couldn't convince them.
The vote began.
"We'll begin the vote. All those in favor of officially supporting Baron Yandel and his clan, Anabada, please raise your hands."
The outco was predictable.
'They're more conservative than I thought.'
I would have to wait for another opportunity—
"I'm in favor."
The Rabbit Baroness and I were the only ones who had raised our hands... but then soone else joined us.
It was Baron Brewellin of the White Wolf tribe.
He was the one who had been most vocal about the need for change.
'...'
And then, one by one, more nobles raised their hands.
One, two, three, four...
By the ti the vote was over, we had barely reached a majority.
"...S-Seventeen votes in favor. The proposal to officially support Baron Yandel and Clan Anabada has been approved."
Even the Rabbit Baroness, a lbeth veteran, was surprised.
But my excitent faded as the discussion continued.
"We agree to support you, but we won't use lbeth's funds."
They all agreed to support , but they placed restrictions on the funding.
And in the end, I was left with a ager three options.
1. Take out a loan from lbeth (with interest and a limit).
2. Use one of lbeth's buildings as our clan house (at a discounted price).
3. Accept lbeth's exclusive quests.
The most important one was the third option.
It ant that lbeth would officially request our help if they needed us, and we would be compensated accordingly.
'...Well, it's a start.'
I decided to be satisfied with this for now.
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After the eting, I returned ho in the carriage.
I needed to get so sleep.
"Ah, Bjorn... You're here..."
"Good morning, Shabin Emure."
"...Is it morning already?"
"...."
I went straight to the sanctuary and started working.
I checked on the progress of the real estate project, approved requests from the administrative team, and...
"Oh! Bjorn! You're here!"
"It's Chieftain."
"...Right, Chieftain!"
I t with Ainar and discussed the recent events in the tribe.
How many of the new warriors had survived their first expedition.
What was the general mood.
And...
"M-? The 2nd Elder...?"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
"No way! I'll do it! I'll do whatever you ask!!"
I appointed Charon, the warrior who had been betrayed by his teammate and then started the Backpack Revolution, as the 2nd Elder.
Ainar needed help.
We had to prepare for next month's coming-of-age ceremony, and I couldn't handle everything myself.
And it would be too much to ask the administrative team to do it.
One day, two days...
Ti flew by.
And then a new day arrived.
July 5th, 157th year of the New Era.
The day we started selling land.
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