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?

The cannons fired first, the state-of-the-art technology completely surpassing everything that the Holy Allied Territories had expected.


It was accurate, fast, and absolutely devastating.


The first volley had reached its target, reaching the enemies in seconds as dozens of marching men were completely obliterated, the first volley destroying their formation.


"Don't falter! Replace the fallen ranks!"


Marquis Raven yelled out from his camp, his generals delivering his message with war horns that bore his message. They were an army that was experienced in war, made to destroy infidels.


But they hadn't expected an enemy like this, completely isolated in foreign hostile territory; it was impossible to retreat if they broke morale.


The only way forward is to march and hope for the best.


Lucan yelled out, commanding the rate of fire for the cannons.


Chapter 94 - The Duke's Normandy