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 moment Justinian combined the two things, he could already feel his body responding to it.


And it was... definitely more painful than expected.


Justinian smiled when he saw the notification, but it didn't last long when another came without warning.


[Conflict with Arcanist and False Divine]


He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his body itself rejecting being an arcanist, and he knew fully well why.


Being an arcanist meant having the blood of the gods flow through him, but his already being a false divine conflicted with that.


Even if the gods themselves have a neutral or positive alignment with Justinian, the sheer fact alone that he was able to harness divine power without their blood made for a terrible incompatibility within his system.


And he had to suffer the consequences of intense pain with it.


Chapter 116 - Demigod...?