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?

Augustus complained about his war tent. This was supposed to be a simple job: take over the lands of the now two dead rulers and finish off the last one.


But even taking over one was nearly impossible.


Raven, the highest-ranked ruler of the Holy Allied Territories, was known to possess a potent gift, but its effects were unknown.


Augustus and Julius' army was stuck, unable to leave the first town they had just captured.


They had tried to retreat, attack, and even send out scouts with no other instructions, but all efforts always led them back to this quaint little city.


What was once supposed to be a simple endeavor had now turned into a hellscape for the armies of the two prodigious brothers.


"Can't you just... magic this all away?"


Augustus sat down defeated in his chair, surrounded by his generals.


"I don't have a target. What am I supposed to do?"


Chapter 132 - The Twin Prodigies