SWNOVELXO Chapter 200
The position of Duke has never officially existed in the history of the Empire.
Although the Crown Princess’s partner is called by that name, it is merely a title.
The already established titles of Marquis and Duke of the Empire are the reasons for the chaos in the nobility beneath them.
However, that is not all. There are certainly other hidden aspects as well.
For instance, there is the concern that such power could become too great. There is a slight suspicion of loyalty.
Or perhaps, the fact that even though they married the Crown Princess, they lack overwhelming achievements and renown.
But this time, an individual has emerged who overwhelmingly surpasses all those cases.
Not once, not twice, but a staggering four times, they fought for the Empire.
Especially at the moment when the Empire faced a devastating defeat; they risked their own life to prevent an even greater disaster.
Since then, they have acted solely for the Empire and the Imperial Family.
Being the firstborn son of the Duke of Bertier. And because the Duke is the spear and shield of the Imperial Family.
Their union with the Crown Princess was not merely a political marriage but one forged from mutual affection.
Having established undeniable contributions, and amassed an overwhelming reputation.
Finally, they became the first official Duke of the Empire, and there was no dissent about it.
Of course, the Imperial Family isn’t foolish, so they limited the title to a single generation.
However, as long as the current Chief of Staff, Kael, is alive, he will maintain the highest treatment.
“It’s been a while since so many people gathered like this. I don’t think there were this many at the New Year’s celebration.”
“Well, the New Year’s celebration didn’t have a direct Imperial Decree from the Emperor stating attendance was mandatory. But this situation is different, isn’t it, Sister?”
Inside the Imperial Palace, while looking at the nobles of the Empire gathered in the Grand Banquet Hall and the Hall of Glory,
the Crown Princess and the Crown Prince, Gnaius, continued their conversation about the day’s protagonist.
“How is your brother-in-law doing?”
“As always, the same. He’s embarrassed, anxious, and mumbles about why he ended up like this.”
“Tsk tsk. That’s why our father is wanting to use him even more. What ruler wouldn’t want to utilize a talent as remarkable as that?”
Hearing the Crown Princess’s words, Gnaius almost inadvertently countered, “Sister, you shouldn’t say that.”
In fact, the Crown Princess desires Kael even more than the Emperor does.
To such an extent that after Kael stepped down from the Chief of Staff position, she is full of expectations about where he will be assigned next.
What kind of great benefits he will bring to the Empire, she eagerly anticipates that.
‘Though it’s kept a secret from my brother-in-law… it was you who strongly suggested designating a national holiday in his name, after all.’
At this point, one might feel a bit sorry for Kael.
But after a second thought, it seems it is a disaster he invited upon himself, so perhaps it’s acceptable.
One who continually raises their own value and another occupied with how best to handle such a person, that’s the happy dilemma they both face.
Looking at them, Gnaius wanted to laugh, yet he couldn’t allow himself to do so freely.
“Gnaius.”
“Yes, Sister.”
“Over there. They’ve arrived.”
Following the Crown Princess’s gesture, he turned to see Kael and Bel coming into view.
Bel wore the brightest smile of anyone, while Kael had the most embarrassed expression of all.
Shouldn’t it have been the other way around? Gnaius scratched his cheek.
“Your brother-in-law will need to prepare shortly. Meanwhile, we should congratulate Bel.”
“I never imagined I would see Bel become a Duchess in my lifetime!”
“I’m even more surprised that the child has gotten married to someone!”
If Bel had heard this, she would have complained about her sibling teasing her.
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Nobles above the rank of Count from the Empire all took their seats in their designated areas.
Following them, the only armed forces permitted within the Empire, the Imperial Guards, took their positions for security.
In between them, the smiling Crown Princess, Gnaius, and Isabelle followed suit.
Finally, as the Emperor entered, the Title Award Ceremony commenced.
“Chief of Staff of the Empire, firstborn son of Duke Bertier, Kael Clausewitz, step forward.”
All eyes turned to Kael, who rose from the back.
Chief of Staff of the Empire. Genius strategist. Conqueror of Dedorant. Liberator of DeGale. Victor.
Every title was an impressive one. Just one would suggest the weight of what he had achieved.
Indeed, the military honors and fame he’d accrued were beyond what most could aspire to match.
Yet, despite such overwhelming stature, it was evident that Kael was deeply tense.
Just where did anyone get the idea that he could drive away the elite troops of Dedorant with just a lute?
Isn’t he the strategist who led the Empire to victory without a single defeat?
Such a duality is acknowledged by everyone, though it’s not necessarily a bad thing.
In fact, it’s precisely because of this that he has come this far. Anyone would nod in agreement.
—Clang! Clang!
The royal guards drew their swords, creating a path just for Kael.
It seemed to represent the path he had tread: War, War, and more War.
It reminded one of Kael’s relentless strategizing for the Empire’s glorious victories.
At long last, passing through that arduous journey, he arrived at his moment of glory.
In a place where the whole world gazed solely upon him, he knelt before the Emperor.
“Chief of Staff of the Empire, Kael Clausewitz, pledges obedience to the Imperial Decree.”
“I, Kael Clausewitz of the Duke of Bertier, pledge obedience to the Imperial Decree!”
“Everything you have done until now has elevated the Empire’s reputation to the heavens, shining brighter than the sun itself. You have contributed to peace, sacrificed for the Empire, and given unwavering loyalty to the Imperial Family. Granting you this position is not a reward but the natural order of things.”
As the Emperor gestured, the Minister of the Palace, who had been prepared in advance, knelt beside Kael.
Inside the red box he held was the scepter symbolizing military power.
“I hereby bestow upon you the title of Duke of Neomes, while granting you the authority to command half of the Imperial Legion in times of emergency. This authority will be maintained even after your resignation from the Chief of Staff position, ensuring that the Ministry of War and the General Staff will always consult with you, Duke of Neomes, for advice and opinions.”
The internal figures of the Empire had already anticipated this part.
Honestly, I thought they might even bestow a lifetime Chief of Staff title, but Kael was too young for that to be likely.
Perhaps it was more about granting sufficient authority to utilize him elsewhere.
However, the guests invited from various countries had to swallow their dry salivas.
‘The Empire is really serious now. The granting of a Duke title was shocking enough.’
‘To make him responsible for half of the Imperial Legion in case of emergency? This clearly indicates they intend to maintain absolute power for at least the next 20 years. They’re not ruling out a military mobilization option!’
‘What kind of person is the Chief of Staff? They don’t merely excel in war. They have long been the architect, planner, and executor behind the Empire’s inevitable victories. Should any abnormalities be detected, they can strike with a decisive blow.’
All the kingdoms had perfectly accepted the Empire’s status as the continent’s unrivaled power.
Still, should something occur that shakes the Empire, other considerations could arise.
However, with a figure like that in the Empire, especially one with a bright future ahead of them, unless brilliant commanders emerge from their respective nations, they would not stand a chance.
‘Heh heh heh! I knew this would happen.’
Meanwhile, Charlua, who represented Nobogord and was invited as a guest of honor on this glorious occasion, gazed at Kael with a relaxed expression.
‘We’ve built stronger ties through our marriage alliance beforehand, and even amidst the Dedorant War, we bled more to earn recognition for fulfilling our duties, even as demons.’
Plus, she and Kael still exchanged news regarding matters pertaining to the Empire and Nobogord.
That’s a connection that other nations lack. It will serve as a great advantage for Nobogord in the future.
Who would have anticipated that what she had first experienced with Kael would return in such a favorable manner?
“You must feel relieved as well, Count Westpoint.”
“…What do you mean by that?”
“The Chief of Staff, no, my apologies. His Excellency, Duke of Neomes, personally selected and recommended him to the Emperor. In the midst of addressing concerns over the Dedorant territories and promoting pro-Empire sentiments, strengthening ties with the Duke is nothing short of invaluable.”
At Charlua’s words, Count Westpoint, Paelus, could only shrug his shoulders.
It was too undeniable to counter the words of that demon woman.
“Arise, Duke of Neomes. With the praise the Empire sends forth to you and this authority I personally bestow, proclaim to those who gaze solely upon you here today.”
The most glorious moment. A moment everyone anticipates, wondering how it will be recorded in history.
In front of that, Kael pondered for a moment before uttering his usual remark.
“Um… well then. Yes. I will do my best. Thank you very much.”
A moment of silence. Then laughter erupted here and there, followed by applause.
It was so very consistent. That expression embodied the advisor of the Empire that they knew.
All the nobles gathered there sincerely congratulated the debut of the first Duke.