Lord: Raising a Witch on the Blackthorn Frontier

[Farming + slow burn + Western fantasy + witches + multiple races + no System] She transmigrates into the body of a nobleman's illegitimate son in a medieval-style civilization, a boy not even worthy of a surname.

The good news: His father intends to acknowledge him as a noble.

The bad news: His old man has set him up and plans to send him to a land of death to carve out a settlement.

Worse still, both the empire and the world itself are in turmoil.

Brutal nobles, fractured nations and cults, demon armies and demon kings. You won't leave me a way to live?!

Then don't blame me for becoming a monster!

Reform the territory, set things in order...

The demon army is powerful?! Want to try out my red-coated cannons?

The empire is waging war?! A harem of witches?

The Lich King: “I will rule the world!” I slap him across the face. “Get lost. This is my territory, my country.”