The Plans

"Will you teach magic to everyone who wants to learn? I don't see the point; that would limit your training time."

A magic school was the most advanced thing Damian could create because this system was inspired by the ancient schools of his previous world.

Frieren remained silent, looking at the space in front of her on the giant pig, and glanced at Damian, who was creating a new puppet.

"We will spend a few hundred years expanding our domain across the north and south like poison. By the time the corrupt die off, we will rise on this continent as the new rulers."

"I don't want any of that." Frieren murmured in a tired voice, as if her words were stuck in her throat.

She responded with total sincerity, given the current circumstances.

"Your master mentioned to me that the only reason he didn't try to kill the Demon King was because he couldn't envision a world without wars led by humans. I believe that too. But we will have the time to take control of everything in the world; we will be able to keep everyone safe and give them the freedom they should have. So, let me ask you something: isn't that what you also want? You want to get rid of all the demons, but we know that is impossible right now. The only thing we could do is maybe kill some enemies at the beginning, but that will change when we unite the continent under one banner."

Frieren's expression wavered at Damian's words, as he desired to achieve these objectives. After a moment of contemplation, she spoke, "Then, can you do it?"

"That's what I'm going to do." Damian didn't expect this question, but now, with the potion to enhance his human soldiers, it was the only thing he needed to start reclaiming control of the humans over the lost lands.

"Of course, we will need many hundreds of years to completely unite the government and prepare them for the invasion that is coming when the continent from which those people come is taken over by the demons. My forces are preparing to create a defensive fleet; I will also have to expand the defenses at sea, which will take time."

First of all, he would expel the demons and keep them at bay in a certain part of the north beyond the borders of the Demon King. This would give him the possibility of being connected to the sea, and only then would he start setting up his defensive fleet.

This was a very ambitious mission for the next few hundred years.

Many of the minor nobles who accepted him as their master would follow his plans to the letter. Those who refused to move forward would die under terrible and very mysterious circumstances.

Everyone had to adapt to the future circumstances, and obviously, being the Magic Emperor was like a lever he had to use to give security to humans and thus control their population.

As a disciple of Serie, the mage, possibly the most powerful mage in the world, Damian could establish his domain very easily in the eyes of the nobles.

When Damian finished saying this, he stepped away from the puppet he was creating, extended his hand, and in just a few seconds, an overwhelming amount of mana was released from his body and transferred to the puppet in front of him.

In just a few seconds, the puppet took the form of a huge paladin, who lowered his sword and asked in a grave voice, "What are your orders, my lord?"

"Align with your brothers and await my call," said Damian, who immediately stopped releasing Mana.

Instantly, the huge paladin jumped off the giant pig and disappeared from sight.

"How many more will you make a day?" Frieren was interested.

"At least two hundred a day," said Damian, who began making another war puppet again. This was, in his view, the best way to kill demons.

He knew that with the help of his clones, his work could improve and increase the numbers of his troops in a short time, troops that were ready to face them every day.

"Will you teach magic to everyone who wants to learn? I don't see the point; that would limit your training time."