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?

In the midst of the battle, Javier rode out along with another knight as Justinian commanded, immediately heading to the unguarded roads heading to Vesuvian's city.


Javier laughed out loud, marvelling at such a successful operation.


"It could even be written into a book about strategies!"


The knight beside him yelled out in agreement, riding fast and quick through the open plains that were now open to them.


Leaving the cold and snowy Snowkeep and into Vesuvian's more temperate and warm lands.


"Take them all! Show the efforts of your training!"


Dozens were killed in seconds, the bodies piling up more and more as the one-sided massacre continued, with all of Justinian's army now bloodied and tired.


The final enemy finally fell with Justinian's own hands, now trembling from the sheer physical burden of swinging around your arm while wearing heavy steel plate.


Chapter 43 - In the Dead of Night (3)