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?

[Kingdom Building System Protocol Activated]


'Whoa... everything's gone up, I guess Matthias and Darius are really doing their best.'


'I have a ton of prestige as well... and with my economy doing great, I need to be careful with my spending.'


Justinian walked alone towards his palace, the streets in loud celebration as citizens and soldiers around him sang praises and ate meals.


It was a festive day, one that Justinian had wanted.


'Just a few more months and winter will come...'


Justinian looked upwards, the endless snow of Snowkeep continuing its relentless barrage. If it was already this bad, then what about winter itself?


Chapter 52 - First Miracle