Creating empires is like riding a bicycle.
Hard only the first time.
Let me be reborn in the body of a banished boyar—someone who escaped the gallows.
Give me a gang of ragged men, and I’ll turn them into an invincible clan!
Give me a backwater village, and I’ll forge a fortress out of it!
Give me a spellcasting gentlewoman—and…
There’ll be a place for her in the household’s management as well.
But I need to hurry.
Because the creatures I fought in my world have gotten into this one too.
And only I know how to win the war against them.