Western Fantasy: Queens, I Just Want to Farm in Peace

Cheng Ye, a battlefield scientist, died in a missile strike.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become Elliott von Astra, a down-and-out noble in another world: a good-for-nothing with magic, whose water magic could barely make a cup of tea, and who got chased around by goblins. The good news was that he had brought all his knowledge from his previous life with him. Better yet, the streams on his estate were full of saltpeter. Black powder, flintlock guns, crop rotation, hydraulic engineering. While everyone else fought with magic, he used science to farm. His territory grew from a shabby manor into the continent's greatest technological city, and goblins went out of their way to avoid him.

Then came the problem. The elf Sylvia opened her heart to him after he analyzed her bow's performance. The human empress Olivia, traveling incognito under an alias, was seen by him in the nude, and he even wrote up an injury report for her. The Demon Queen Liliana stood over a map at the frontline camp, murmuring, “I’ll just go take a look.” Vanxion, son of the Storm Dragon King, got lost and wandered by, then refused to leave. The Dragon Clan's guardian had yet to appear, but Amphitrite, the sea god, had already opened her eyes in the depths.

“Your Majesty, your face is so red. Do you have a fever? I have some fever medicine.”

“Your bow's draw weight is under forty pounds, and it's made of ironwood. It's not suitable for rapid shooting.”

“The Demon Queen is leading the invasion herself? Hold on, let me finish running this set of data first.”

From being chased by goblins to being pursued by queens, this scientific lord only wants to farm in peace. But there are more and more ladies of the manor, and even the sea god, who has slept in the depths for a thousand years, has turned her gaze toward this estate by the stream. Meanwhile, the bloodline of the Starry Sky Dragon King within him is slowly awakening beneath its seal.