Although Solam had never considered how to govern a territory, much less a nation, he had never intended to add any noble class to his lands. He simply did not need one! He felt things were already excellent as they were. Under the joint governance of Emmanuel, the Copperbeard Dwarves, and the Tieflings, Emmanuel had improved year after year and needed no one else to help manage it. The same was even more true of Ocasuan and Mother of Mists Island. Under the governance of seven divine constructs and countless other constructs, those places could perhaps be called the most stable and prosperous Edens in the world.
Since everything was already going so well, had Solam overeaten and decided to invite a bunch of unrelated people to throw their weight around on his own turf?
Besides, Solam had never cared much for that noble nonsense.
Over the years since Solam had made his name in Avalon, he had met quite a few nobles, but there were truly very few he found likable. Most of the nobles Solam had encountered were nothing special. At the very least, he disliked their smug, self-important airs. They strutted around as if they were something extraordinary; anyone who did not know better might think they were truly capable of something.
Of course, Solam was not saying that all nobles were incompetent. In fact, many of them were genuinely capable. After all, they received the best education and training from birth, with the finest resources devoted to cultivating them. The chances of them all turning out useless were indeed very low.
But people had never been purely rational creatures, Solam included. They preferred to believe in themselves, even if what they believed was prejudice. Put plainly, Solam was prejudiced against the noble class, so he did