Infinite Doubling: Conquering the Divine Realm from an Island-Chapter 40: Viscount

"Medal?"

George frowned a little, clearly not thrilled with the reward.

Raila noticed his lack of excitement and snapped, half annoyed, "You really don’t get it, do you? Do you even know what this is?"

"Isn’t it just an honorary medal?" George replied casually.

"Hmph!" Raila gave a short snort and asked, "Do you know that we’re part of the Marella Region?"

"Yeah," George nodded.

"This," Raila said slowly, "is a noble medal personally granted by the Governor of Marella Region. It gives you the title of Viscount."

"Viscount?"

This time, George’s eyes finally lit up with real interest.

According to the usual noble ranking—Duke, Marquis, Count, Viscount, Baron—

a Viscount was the fourth tier. Not exactly high, but still... George hadn’t heard of any player holding a title before.

"Besides being some kind of honor, does this title actually do anything?" George asked bluntly.

After all, even a rare title wasn’t worth much without real benefits.

"Of course!" Raila said, a hint of envy in her tone. "With a noble title, no matter what city you go to, government officials have to address you as Lord George, the Viscount, and treat you with the highest respect."

"That’s not bad," George said, nodding in satisfaction.

"And more importantly," Raila continued, "a Viscount is granted their own territory—with special attribute bonuses."

"Territory? Where is it?" George couldn’t hide his excitement.

A personal fief meant land of his own, untouchable by anyone else.

"The Governor decided to assign it right here—in Disail."

Raila pointed to a large map hanging on the office wall.

"That works." George nodded immediately. He already had great influence in Disail, so it made perfect sense.

"What do you think of this area?" Raila asked, pointing to a stretch of green plains.

"Let me see."

George leaned in to study it carefully. The location was perfect—nestled by the hills and close to water, just far enough from the city to stay private, yet near enough to interact with players.

"Relax," Raila said with a teasing smile, brushing her hand lightly across his cheek. "You’re one of us in the Peacekeeper Office. How could I possibly set you up?"

"So once the land’s mine," George asked, "I can build my own fortress there, right?"

"Of course," Raila nodded. "Everything within your fief is under your command."

"Alright, I’ll take this land!" George said, nodding right away.

"Put on the medal," Raila urged, handing him the brocade box with a curious smile. "I want to see what title the Governor gives you."

"Title?" George asked, puzzled.

"It’s an honorary name, meant to praise you," Raila explained.

Seeing George’s unimpressed look, she added, "It also gives special attribute bonuses."

"Now that’s different. Let me see." George’s attitude changed in an instant. He grabbed the medal and pinned it to his chest.

A bright golden light flared from the medal, and a deep, aged voice echoed in George’s ears—

"In the name of the Great Emperor, with Marella Region’s Governor Holson as witness, George is hereby granted the title of Viscount, designation: Glory."

[Title: Glory]

Bonus Effects: All NPC favorability +20%. Immune to 50% of Dark-type skill damage. May command an escort of Holy Light Knights (up to 50 members).

"Escort? Holy Light Knights?" George repeated, confused by the new terms.

"Your title is actually Glory, and they’re even giving you a Holy Light Knights unit? Holson must have lost his mind!" Raila exclaimed.

For someone usually so calm, even she couldn’t hide her shock.

"Is this title that strong?" George asked.

Raila cleared her throat. "Did you catch that part—’in the name of the Great Emperor’?"

"I did. Who is he?" George asked.

"He’s an ancient god," Raila said softly. "Known as the Great Emperor. And back in his younger days, Glory was one of his own titles."

"I see." George nodded slowly, though his face didn’t show much excitement.

Receiving such a grand honor out of nowhere only made him feel more pressure than pride.

"Honestly," Raila sighed, "if it were just the title, I could accept it. But giving you an entire knight squad? That’s ridiculous."

"Holy Light Knights..." George murmured, and as the thought crossed his mind, a glowing screen appeared before him.

[Holy Light Knights (Slots: 0/50)]

Description: Viscount Glory may choose any NPC or player to grant the title Holy Light Knight. Once granted, they will forever swear loyalty to you.

Standard Equipment: Holy Light Armor, Holy Judgment Sword, Radiant Shield, Holy Light Helm, Boots of Judgment, Aurora Warhorse.

Special Skills: Knights’ Holy Judgment Thrust, Holy Light Slash, and combined skill Celestial Wing Judgment.

The moment George saw the description, one thought instantly came to mind—Zack and the others back at the harbor.

For those loyal guards who had followed him without question, the Holy Light Knight title couldn’t be more fitting.

"Commander Raila, is there anything else?" George asked. "I plan to visit my territory and start preparing to build a fortress."

He had a sharp sense for opportunity. If he could be the first player to establish his own fortress, there might be unexpected rewards waiting for him.

Raila nodded, then chuckled softly. "Lord Viscount, I don’t have the right to order you around anymore."

George waved a hand modestly. "I’m still just a Peacekeeper, after all."

Raila smiled faintly and gestured for him to go.

When George left, the calm expression on her face vanished. She sank into her chair, clearly frustrated.

George didn’t yet understand what a noble title truly meant—but Raila did.

Still, she couldn’t blame anyone but herself. If only she’d arrived sooner, fought Eye of the Demon beside him, maybe part of that title would’ve been hers too.

After leaving the Peacekeeper Office, George quickly found Dorothy and Sophia and told them everything about the title.

Dorothy didn’t fully grasp how valuable it was; she just thought George was amazing.

Sophia, however, froze in disbelief the moment she heard it.

"Sophia, that look again?" George teased with a grin.

"Do you even realize how rare a noble title is?" Sophia sighed, half exasperated.

"How rare?" George asked.

Raila had mentioned its value, but she was still just an NPC in his mind—different from how players saw it.

"Our guild leader has been trying forever just to get a Baron title," Sophia said, almost gloating. "He’s spent tons of time and resources, and his request is still under review. If he finds out you’ve already been made a Viscount, he’ll die of jealousy!"

George laughed lightly, then spread his Holy Light Wings. "Come on, let’s go see the land."

With that, he carried Dorothy and Sophia over the city and soon reached a vast open plain.

"The whole grassland," George said, his eyes shining, "plus the beach next to it and the nearby coastal area—everything you see is my territory."

Because of the medal on his chest, he could sense the exact borders of his fief the moment he arrived.

"Since it’s close to the sea, our Dragon Bone Ship can stay here too!" Dorothy said excitedly.

George nodded in agreement. Keeping the Dragon Bone Ship parked at the main harbor forever wasn’t a good plan anyway.

"Technically, your next step should be to build a fortress, right?" Sophia pointed toward the wide grassland.

"Of course," George replied with a nod.

"I know a famous designer in Disail," Sophia said. "You should find him."

"Good idea. No time to waste. You two go get Zack and have him bring the Dragon Bone Ship here. I’ll go see that designer."

"Got it." Both Sophia and Dorothy nodded.

Soon after, George followed the address Sophia gave him and arrived at a small, quiet courtyard on the edge of town.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Quentin Brown?" George knocked politely on the door.

"Hey, don’t bother," a bruised-up player suddenly called out nearby.

"Huh? And you are?" George turned to look at him, confused.

"I came from the next city over," the man said miserably. "Wanted Mr. Brown to design a house for me. Paid him a ton of money, but he didn’t even look at my request—then beat me up for annoying him." He pointed at his swollen face, almost in tears.

He had just arrived in Disail and clearly didn’t know who George was.

"So he’s that bad-tempered?" George frowned, already wondering if this meeting would go south.

Still, since he was already here, he decided to give it a try.

"Just warning you," the beaten player muttered, stepping aside. "Mr. Brown’s in a foul mood right now. You probably shouldn’t bother him."

Then he quickly hid behind a wall—waiting to see George get the same treatment he did.

After all, if he’d been beaten for nothing, watching someone else suffer the same fate would make him feel a bit better.

George knocked again.

A harsh voice came from inside. "Who’s there?"

George answered softly, "George. I’d like to ask for your help designing a building."

The door slammed open.

A furious dwarf stood there, glaring at him, iron hammer in hand—ready to swing.

But then his eyes caught the shining medal on George’s chest.

He froze.

Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, he stammered, "Y–You’re... Lord Viscount?"