The Middle-Aged Sword Master Is Reincarnated into an Evil Lord

[Western fantasy + non-single heroine + sword and magic + noble lord + but mecha battleship] In his previous life, he was a heretical swordsman swallowed by flames; in this life, he became a tyrannical lord despised by thousands of people. When patrolling the territory, the dilapidated towns were silent, with frightened eyes hidden behind every door and window. Those people who had been drained of blood and tears by his past now avoid even his shadow like snakes and scorpions. What's even more ironic is that the laws of this world have been turned upside down: the steel mecha crushed the familiar shadow of the sword, and the dark shadow of the floating battleship shrouded the decaying royal power. But the shackles of the "Lord of Evil" are still tight around his neck; The royal family disdained his youth and incompetence and broke the engagement in public; The pirates trampled on his territory and laughed at him as the "shrinking-headed Duke"; He stroked the mottled old sword on his waist and smiled. "Your era is sick... And I am the one who treats the sick." Are your battleships indestructible? My sword cuts the arrogance of the times! Is your mecha looking down on the world? My sword breaks the illusion of technology! In this era that you regard as truth - my sword is the answer! I return that sentence to you, times have changed!