How could a self-respecting transmigrator do without an empire? A small one… half a continent? Even if Vadim—this so-called “sword and magic” world’s northern prince Va’Dim, and not quite the right kind of transmigrator—will have to deal with the empire too. After all, he already got his principality and almost set it up: he married the elven princess—actually, two of them at once—planted a tree, had children, and adventures have him fed up… What else is there to do?
Especially since the neighbors are just begging to be conquered: the kings of the Cursed Lands, who underestimated the ruler, have been kicked off the throne and even stripped of their crowns, while all sorts of schemers simply dream of being unmasked and punished for what they did. Said and done. Let’s get to work…