Reborn As Noble - Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 )
Klimbert’s fingers traced the edges of his map, eyes gleaming with hunger.

Four regions.

West.

East.

North.

South.

Once he claimed them all—

His territory would double in size.

And Klimbert would no longer be a mere Viscount.

His land would surpass Armand.

His influence would rival the King’s.

He grinned.

“Anem.”

“Yes, my lord?”

“Status on our farming?”

Anem opened a ledger, scanning through the reports.

“Our crops are stable. We have enough food to sustain our forces and the people.”

He flipped a page.

“However, with the increase in military training, our grain reserves are depleting faster than usual. If we proceed with the invasion plans, we may need to secure additional farmlands.”

Klimbert chuckled.

“That’s exactly why I need those four regions.”

Anem nodded.

“Once acquired, they will provide the necessary land to sustain a larger army.”

Klimbert leaned back, satisfaction in his expression.

Everything was falling into place.

Klimbert tapped his fingers against the table, deep in thought.

“Anem.”

“Yes, my lord?”

“For now, focus on the mission.”

His smirk widened.

“Tell our overseers to open more land for farming. Double the production.”

“…And with our knowledge of waterways—”

He paused, grinning.

Klimbert wasn’t foolish enough to claim credit outright.

The water management systems Armand had implemented?

Klimbert’s men had studied them carefully—long before the war.

They hadn’t stolen the exact methods.

No—that would be too obvious.

Instead—they had adapted the ideas, twisting them into something uniquely their own.

Not a copy.

But an “inspired innovation.”

A loophole in theft.

Klimbert laughed to himself.

“Use that knowledge. Expand the irrigation systems. Make sure our lands thrive while the rest of the kingdom suffers from war.”

Anem bowed.

“It shall be done, my lord.”

Klimbert leaned back, eyes gleaming.

Armand may have created the method—

But he would use it to build an empire.

Klimbert grinned, his fingers tapping the desk rhythmically.

“And Anem—Use only local workers.”

Anem raised an eyebrow but nodded.

“A precaution, my lord?”

Klimbert smirked.

“Of course. Look at Garius. He only uses his own people—no outsiders, no unnecessary risks.”

His eyes gleamed with calculation.

“And look at how effective that is.”

Armand’s defenses had never been breached.

Their industries thrived.

Their people were loyal.

And Klimbert would do the same—but better.

“Only our people will work these lands.”

“Only our people will benefit.”

“Only our people will hold power.”

No outsiders.

No foreign merchants interfering.

No workers from other lands sneaking in, bringing in spies or rival interests.

This would be a nation built by Klimbert’s hands—

And ruled by his will alone.

Anem bowed respectfully.

“I will see to it personally, my lord.”

Klimbert leaned back in satisfaction.

Step by step—

He was laying the foundation for something greater.

Klimbert grinned, confidence burning in his eyes.

He clenched his fist, looking over the grand map of his future empire.

“Heh… just you wait, Garius.”

“I will be better than you.”

Klimbert turned, his smirk widening.

“Ensure our people—especially the talented ones—are trained as scouts, warriors, and specialists.”

His eyes gleamed with hunger.

“We need every talent we can get. If we want to rise above the rest, we must strive for power.”

Anem bowed deeply.

“It will be done, my lord.”

Klimbert exhaled, gripping the edge of his desk.

This was only the beginning.

His foundation was set.

Klimbert gritted his teeth, his smirk fading into a cold sneer.

“And Anem—Train those stupid sons of mine.”

His voice dripped with irritation.

“If they refuse to listen to you… then they are of no use to me.”

Weak men had no place in his future.

His sons would either become assets to his growing power—

Or they would be discarded.

Anem remained calm, nodding in understanding.

“And if I see any talent among your grandsons, my lord?”

Klimbert paused.

Then—his grin returned.

“Hah… If they show promise, nurture them.”

He leaned back, eyes dark with ambition.

“My sons may be worthless, but my grandsons… they still have a chance.”

Anem bowed.

“I will see to it personally, my lord.”

Klimbert chuckled, resting his chin on his hand.

“Good.”

If his own sons failed him…

Then he would skip a generation.

Because in his world—only the strong were worthy of carrying his legacy.

Klimbert leaned forward, his fingers tapping against his chair’s armrest.

His mind was already calculating the next steps.

The future of his region wouldn’t wait.

He turned his gaze toward the elite guards standing at attention.

“Call General Mushka and the regional overseers.”

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight of command.

The guards bowed sharply.

“At once, my lord.”

Without hesitation, they marched out, their footsteps echoing through the grand halls of the Klimbert estate.

Klimbert leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips.

The pieces were moving.

And soon—his ambitions would take shape.

Klimbert scoffed, his fingers curling into a fist.

The other nobles—

The Dukes, the Marquises, the Counts—

All of them were fools.

But he was different.

He was not weak.

He did not make reckless moves.

He did not bow to the whims of others.

The only true challenge before him…

Garius De Armand.

Klimbert grinned darkly.

If Garius was his only obstacle…

Then he would simply use Garius’ own strength against him.

Take what knowledge he could steal from Armand.

Study their advancements.

Adapt them for his own region.

Improve them—twist them into something even greater.

With each innovation he took and refined, his land would thrive.

And as Armand remained isolated, refusing to expand…

Klimbert would grow.

Stronger.

Richer.

More powerful.

He turned toward the grand map of his region, his eyes gleaming with hunger.

One day…

One day, his land would be more than just a Viscounty.

More than just a noble’s domain.

He would rise above them all.

And when the time was right—

Klimbert would become his own ruler.

A king of his own making.

No more lords above him.

No more petty noble alliances.

Only him—standing above all.

The sovereign of a kingdom built by his own hands.

Klimbert grinned, his ambition burning like fire.

One day… it would all be his.

Klimbert stood, his breath heavy with anticipation.

His hands trembled with excitement.

His dream—his rightful destiny—was within reach.

“Soon… SOON!”

His voice echoed through the chamber, filled with unshaken resolve.

“I will have everything I’ve ever wanted!”

No more submission.

No more bowing.

No more answering to the so-called ‘higher nobility.’

He gritted his teeth, his expression dark.

“No more submitting to those damn dukes—just because they share royal blood.”

The king’s family—

The dukes, marquises, and their pathetic alliances—

They were his true chains.

They had ruled unchecked for generations, treating lesser nobles like tools and pawns.

But Klimbert…?

He would not remain a pawn.

He would flip the board.

He would become something far greater.

His eyes burned with determination as he stared at the map before him.

Every move, every stolen idea, every careful expansion—

It was all for this.

A kingdom of his own.

One where he answered to no one.

One where he ruled with absolute power.

Klimbert’s lips curled into a wicked grin.

“Just wait.”

“Watch me rise.”

“And when I do… the world will bow to me.”

( End of Chapter )