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A decorated Air Force pilot, 34 years old, meets an untimely demise—only to awaken in a war-torn fantasy medieval world. Now inhabiting the body of Mechal, the second son of a baron, he finds himself recovering from a near-fatal injury orchestrated by his own elder brother. But while the old Mechal might have been consumed by reckless fury, the new Mechal is different—calculating, patient, and ready to play the long game.

When a rebellion unexpectedly shakes the kingdom, Mechal seizes the opportunity to carve his place in history. With a sharp mind, battlefield tactics, and an understanding of human nature, he navigates the treacherous world of nobility, rising from an overlooked second son to a powerful force. Through cunning strategy and ruthless ambition, he secures victories, earns a title, and claims land of his own—laying the foundation for a rule unlike any other.

But the world of nobility is a den of vipers. Political intrigue, backstabbing aristocrats, kingdom-wide conflicts, and the ever-present shadow of war loom over him. As he builds his domain, he must outmaneuver rivals, forge alliances, and solidify his power—because in this world, only the strong survive.

Inspired by the noble struggles of the Holy Roman Empire, this story weaves war, politics, trade, and ambition into a gripping tale of power and strategy. Watch as an upstart reshapes the fate of a kingdom, one calculated move at a time.

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Deep down, Astrid felt the inevitability of her fate creeping closer. As her thoughts spiraled, a familiar face flashed in her mind—a man's warm smile, gentle and kind.

Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Astrid began to cry softly.

Charles V had ordered Philip's battered corpse to be discarded on the plains. Afterward, he summoned Duke Capone for a drink, unable to sleep as thoughts of Randolph, now interred in the fortress's underground crypt, consumed him. The weight of guilt and regret pressed heavily on his chest.

Charles V lifted his trembling hand to his glass, pouring yet another drink. He had already emptied several glasses and was now noticeably inebriated. With a faint, bitter laugh, he turned to Duke Capone.

"It's been a while since I've gotten this drunk, hasn't it, Vincent?"

Chapter 202 The People's Indifference To Prince Randolph's