CoffeeKeepsMeSane

Following the death of the emperor, the Astanian Empire plunged into chaos. His two sons both aiming for the throne caused a civil war that divided the empire. 


In the midst of this conflict, Alaric was forced into conscription. He later joined the crown prince’s army as a company commander. 


He led his 100-man army into battle, fiercely fighting with the hope of a better future. Unfortunately, he was just too weak to cause a ripple on the battlefield. 


A single arrow to the head shattered his hopes and he died without even a proper burial. 


Just when he thought that everything was over, he found himself back to his younger self with his memories intact.


Armed with his knowledge of the future and a system that awakened his dormant powers, Alaric began his journey to overcome his fated demise.

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Additional Tags: 
#Territory Management
#Strong to Overpowered
#Regression

Starting With an SSS-Rank Swordsmanship Talent

The man who had knocked on the door was Aldrin.

"The messenger? Where is he?" Alaric furrowed his eyebrows.

"He is still downstairs chatting with Sir Henry and the others," Aldrin replied.

"Alright. Tell everyone to get ready. We are leaving now."

"Yes, my lord!" Aldrin bowed and left to deliver his message to the group.

Meanwhile, Alaric closed the door and looked at Yvanna. "You should get ready as well. We will return to House Paxley's estate for the sacred duel. We can't let the cleric wait."

"I understand." The elf nodded her head.

"Let's chat again after this matter is over." He smiled lightly.

"I'll take my leave first. Just leave the food there. Someone will come to clean it up." After saying those words, he left to gather his stuff.

Soon, everyone in the group gathered outside the inn.

"My lord, we should leave now." Suggested the messenger, a middle-aged man with tanned skin.

Bishop Anton