Sword, Sorcery, and the Eastern Empire

Once upon a time, there was an evil dragon that flew into a weak kingdom every day to snatch people and eat them. The kingdom's princess decided to sacrifice herself and die together with the dragon. The kingdom's warrior vowed to fight the dragon to the death, saving the princess he loved and the people. Just then, a group of people came from the distant East. They ate the "Tengxi"***

The massive magical turbulence at the center of the continent gradually faded. After the end of technological civilization, the two ends of the continent, long cut off from each other, finally reestablished contact.

In the West, the Church's prestige was at its height, thanks to its victories in wars against the other races. The elves' glory had long since become history, and the other races could only eke out a wretched existence in the margins. The human kingdoms held a firm grip on supremacy. Only a vague threat was making its way from the East.

Meanwhile, the Chanyu, gravely wounded in the decisive battle, was searching for a paradise where he could lick his wounds. The Empire, hot on the heels of its old enemy, had also turned its gaze here.

(Entirely fictional, with no map corresponding to the real world.)

(At heart, this is a comedy novel.)