Building Empires is like riding a bicycle.
It’s hard only the first time.
Let it be that I was reborn in the body of an outcast nobleman who escaped the gallows.
Give me a band of ragtag misfits, and I’ll make of them an unbeatable clan!
Give me a backwater hamlet, and I’ll forge a fortress out of it!
Give me a magic gentlewoman—and…
There will be a place for her in the household as well.
But I need to hurry.
After all, the creatures I fought in my world have already made it into this one.
And only I know how to win the war against them.