[Western Fantasy + Lord + Farming + No System + Racial Conflict + Slow-Burn Development]
I transmigrated into the body of a prince, but before I could enjoy a life of luxury, feasting on delicacies every day, my own father kicked me off to a godforsaken frontier.
My older brother is a general, my older sister is a great mage, and even my little sister knows how to do business and make money. And me? The family’s agreed-upon failure?
Fine, I’m a failure. As long as nobody bothers me, I can lie flat in this wretched castle until the end of time.
But...
Looking at the drafty castle that’s about as sturdy as a thatched hut, black bread hard enough to use as a brick, and the magical beasts outside just waiting to charge in and make a meal of us...
I snapped!
“It’s just farming and infrastructure development. You think all those nine years of compulsory education were for nothing?!”
And so, a prince who loves to complain is forced down the path of using modern knowledge to crush another world with superior know-how.
“Lord, what do you need all that manure for?”
“Don’t ask. It’s alchemy!”
“Lord, what kind of magic circle is that?”
“Quiet! It’s three-dimensional geometry!”
Many years later, gazing upon the thriving city he built with his own hands, Prince Alex could only say, “I really... just wanted to lie flat!”
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I laughed while reading it; it's well-written.