A weary historian dies and finds himself in a different world awakened in a life as the notorious young Duke of a southern state. His nation is weakened, his army underfed, and his neighbors revolve around his lands menacingly. No one believes his land is going to hold out until winter.

But this newfound duke is no naive simpleton his enemies recollect. He carries with him the experience of centuries of war and empire, of starting and ending monarchies. From Caesar to Napoleon, from the Mongols to world wars, he has learned from each of them—and his strategy is to make history his very own arms.

He organizes his smashed levies into well-trained formations, rebuilds his castles, and turns his villages into supply centers. Where others see defeat, he senses opportunity. As he triumphs, rumors spread: of a pennant red as winter snow that shall not go to ground, of a bloody duke who writes his name in gore and flame.

Is he a savior who's constructing a new empire, or a tyrant who's going to bring the world to endless war?

"We need to alert the church immediately."


"This doesn't seem like a malicious act."


The knights began to banter, their usual composed demeanor breaking as the current divine act continued to unfold in the capital.


Even the chandeliers trembled above them, scattering fragments of golden light across the marble floor.


With all of Justinian's incompetent nobles gone and the rebellion quelled, it was now only he, the knights, Matthias, and Darius.


And that meant he no longer needed to be careful; now he needed to be daring, and that odd dream was enough to fully convince him to finally use his system to its fullest capacity.


Justinian's voice immediately stopped the arguments that were happening in his throne room, his armor materializing out of thin air as he attempted to obtain everyone's attention.


Chapter 67 - No Longer Holding Back...?