Chapter 4: Straight-Forward Goal

As the three acquaint with one another, Apollo went straight to business. After all, though the mood is pleasant enough, the ere silence still rule the city.

"This city is a freaking ghost town! I doubt if you're ever be a true ruler!"

Apollo then produced a projection screen, listing all the goals that Duine needs to fulfill. It consist of objectives, in terms of learning skills, trade, or social events to accommodate Duine. He examine each and every point since they provided numerous methods in bringing his city to life.

However, he believed that the city needs to start slow, as he contemplate whether or not he should invite people outside of his island. Thus, Duine made up his mind.

Though he could create a living population of his own, Duine doesn't know whether or not his creation would be willing to reside and comply along with their creator. Not to mention the amount of time trying to create individual person every time.

"We should focus on establishing a military. What kind of unit roster do you have in mind?"

As Apollo was about to answer, Tyr blocked him as he faced Duine.

"If you wish to bolster your defensive garrisons, then I suggest you should have at least 20,000 soldiers for not only manning the walls, but also maintain a sense of civil order."

"Civil order? Shouldn't that be after establishing a civilian population?" Apollo frowned of his counter parts negligence. Although he understood that demonstrating power is necessary to maintain order, Duine still needs to experience the role of rulership.

However, Duine stood firm on his choices.

It's exactly what he needed since he was bestowed honorifics. After all, they weren't a republic, but based off entirely on a feudalistic government. But that isn't what he worried about.

When granted a noble title, be through heroic deeds or by courtly influence, it's usually the higher echelons of nobility that has the resources to distribute lands to the bestowed lords. However, in Duine case, his father gave the title of Causatrie. Barons cannot create vassals of the lowest nobility. Although most nobles could grant knighthood, they aren't considered nobles by default.

At best, barons with an extra title would just create another baron, mostly by kin. But even they should present themselves to their liege in order to be recognized as a Legitimate vassals of the higher nobility.

Thus, Duine is most likely a lone baron without a lord to swear allegiance to. Exactly as exactly stated in the nobility fine print of etiquette, if there is any, become sworn vassals.

If not for the fact that the count, or duke by chance, claimed the island as it is, Duine would likely never obtain the land in the first place. It's simple by default that the island held no significant value to society.

However, there might be a slight chance that he'd be force to introduce himself before Count Grendell. After all, should Duine ignore the matter entirely, its like spitting on count prestige, catching his attention. The worse that he can do is gather his man at arms and sail to Duine personally.

Well, that's the worse Duine could imagine. After all, the island remains what it was in the eyes of the public.

Duine snapped back to reality, as his two companions started to bicker at one another. He started to wonder if Tyr would notice the complication of the foreign influence or just simply passion in building a standing army.

The advising golems begin to notice Duine's glare as he begins to wonder if they could actually do their purpose. Though Duine created them for that purpose, he could not be sure if they could absolutely determine what choices he could make.

"I know that look, you probably think that we might not be what you intended for us to be." Apollo twisted his head. It was hard enough to read the orbs expression, but the tone he use is enough to give a clear impression.

"Indeed, what you thought of is true. You have yourself to blame." Tyr stated as he moved further than Apollo to Duine.

"Your imagination is truly limited, despite your greater intellect." Apollo then moved to the same position as Try. They both begin to synchronize.

"The fact that you're able to manifest us is proof that we are what we intended to be."

"But even then, that's from the perspective of a weakling. In terms you'll understand, you're about level 9."

"Your overall stats however are indeed higher than most. Perhaps that's why we function the way you intended."

"However, even Apollo and I have limits. We were created on the spot, unaware of the world at large."

"STOP!" Duine yelped as he fell on his bottom. His hand pulled out to face palm his advisers. The fact that both of the object terrifyingly hit their mark, he couldn't handle the snaring pressure they spouted.

He later sighed.

"What you're telling me is that even if I possess a divine skill, that doesn't mean I'm completely safe?"

Tyr and Apollo looked at each other. Perhaps the overwhelming truth was discouraging enough as the boy had never experienced the reality of the world.

"Quite so, as the only ability you have is to create. It doesn't mean you could annihilate anything just yet.

"However, if you dedicate yourself in training, be that of magical or prowess aspect, I have no doubt in mind you might eventually become even stronger than what you've imagined." Apollo said happily as he push Duine up under his shoulder.

As he patted off the dust from his cloths, Tyr ponder of the situation they're in.

Duine is only 12 years old, without the slightest idea in combat. If he were to go out and recklessly antagonize any hostile entities, be it man or creature, his life will be at risk.

"I think we should start with a level 50 unit. It should be acting as your guard and trainer until you become of age." Tyr commented. Duine was left perplexed. Duine could easily create more than thousand of swords man with a snap of a finger. However, it was hard enough trying to create two entities that could evaluate every situation at once, as they stated. What's the point of having a short term benefit of one man power, when he could use an entire force to create his economy.

Apollo however, understood Tyr intentions. If Duine was ever going to improve himself, at the very least, he should try to get the best instructor he may have. It isn't too strong as a level 100 warrior or mage, but it's just the right amount to give him a run for his money. After all, should Duine create a level 100 of any class, he would likely die.

"Try's right. You're too young to see the world at large. However, because of your noble status, even if it's believe to be as insignificant than that of a peasant huts, you must at least make some appearances to maintain prestige." Apollo swirls above the walls in an oval.

"Otherwise, the value of that title would just be worthless, defeating the purpose of having the city in the first place." Tyr finished his sentence.

Though Duine was finally freed from the grasp of the Montagu family, he was now in a dilemma of noble politics. Though he could simply leave and live his life out as a commoner, he couldn't imagine the amount of suppression he would experience. Not only that, but both of his advisors are correct. If should he fail in gaining prestige, then the title of Causatrie would dissolve, erasing its existence.

He didn't want to lose the only property he own, especially the land he created.