Building Empires is like riding a bicycle. It’s hard only the first time. Let me have been reborn in the body of a disgraced boyar who escaped the gallows—give me a band of ragged outcasts and I’ll turn them into an invincible clan! Give me a remote hamlet, and I’ll forge a fortress out of it! Give me a magical young lady—and… there will be a place for her in the household too.
But we have to hurry. The creatures I fought in my world have slipped into this one as well. And only I know how to win the war against them.