Reincarnated as the third son of the Duke

Chapter 112 112 The Birth of a Faction

112 The Birth of a Faction

"And let me make one thing clear—don't expect to rely on me. A faction built on someone else's power is like a castle built on sand. The allies who stand by your side must be yours and yours alone."

"I understand."

"Then go."

William bowed deeply and quietly closed the door behind him.

Left alone in his study, the Grand Duke leaned back into his chair and let out a slow breath, his thoughts growing heavy.

'Am I rushing this decision? The others have yet to show their full potential.'

His eldest son, Tristan, was too much of a rigid idealist and prone to giving up too easily. But at the same time, he possessed an unshakable determination when needed and a keen sense for quick judgment.

Jordi, his second son, was ruthless with his subordinates and frequently broke his word. However, he was meticulous in calculating risks and always found ways to minimize losses in crises.

Joshua, the fourth, had yet to display any outstanding qualities—but neither had he shown any glaring flaws. For now, the Grand Duke had chosen to observe him further before passing judgment.

'They are all still immature, which means they still have room to grow. If things were proceeding as expected, I should be watching and waiting before making my decision...'

But reality had deviated too far from expectations.

There were too many unpredictable variables at play.

He could not afford to wait patiently for his children to mature while the tides of the world threatened to crash upon House Hern.

It was too soon to make an official decision, but at the very least, he needed one strong candidate he could name at a moment's notice if necessary.

'William.'

A few years ago, he had been nothing more than a timid boy, avoiding even his own brothers' gazes and shifting blame onto others at the slightest hint of trouble.

But something had changed.

In just a single year, he had transformed.

He had become bold—reckless, even—but none of his actions were without reason. His sense of strategy and foresight far outstripped that of his siblings.

While the others still needed time to grow, William was already a fully realized noble.

"They say extraordinary times call for extraordinary choices."

Sigmund muttered bitterly to himself, staring up at the ceiling.

The world, it seemed, had no intention of waiting for him to make a careful, measured decision.

His gaze drifted toward the window, watching the last of the knights disappear into the distance.

At that moment, his father's words echoed in his mind.

'A faction, huh...'

There was no denying its usefulness. Right now, he had the opportunity to build one.

But if this was the kind of crowd he had to work with?

'I refuse to create a bloated, useless faction just for the sake of appearances.'

He had seen it too many times—large factions crumbling from within as rot spread beyond the leader's reach.

No, he wouldn't make that mistake.

His faction would be small.

It would be precise.

And every single member would be worthy of standing at his side.

'The real problem is the reward I can offer them. Anyone who knows their own worth won't come running based on reputation and empty promises alone.'

The knights swarming him now were nothing more than opportunists chasing the possibility of a brighter future.

But true talents—those who truly understood their value—never sold themselves cheaply.

They knew that others would gladly pay a fair price for their skills.

And right now, William had nothing to offer that would be worthy of attracting such people.

'I was able to win over Hugo and Felicia because their abilities were being stifled by their circumstances. They had no choice but to follow me. But I can't rely on that method forever.'

Not every talent was trapped in an unjust situation, after all.

William pondered the issue for a long time, searching for an answer.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, inspiration struck.

There was still one treasure—one of the greatest ever known—that remained untouched, its potential dormant.

If he could discover its whereabouts and claim it before anyone else...

'The odds are slim. There's almost no information to go on. But it's better to try than to sit idle.'

His mind made up, William wasted no time and went straight to Grand Duke Sigmund.