Royal Clash: A Lord’s Life in Another World

[Western Fantasy]+ [Reincarnation in Another World]+ [Prince]+ [Clash Royale Cards]+ [Maid Squad]+ [Slow-Paced Frontier Development]

Before he died, he was the most overworked graduate student in his advisor’s lab. When he woke up, he was the newborn thirteenth prince of another world. Armed with a set of undead cards given to him by the Creator God as compensation, Field kept a low profile for six years, waiting for the day he would receive his title and be sent to govern his own territory.

On the northern frontier, monsters roamed freely, the people were freezing and starving, and a corrupt regent was waiting to laugh at him.

Everyone thought the porcelain-doll-like six-year-old prince wouldn’t survive his first winter, until they saw skeleton soldiers pouring out of the quarry across the mountains, their icy bone swords outshining the blizzard.

“Your Highness, the cavalry from North Territory has crossed the border again.”

“Right. Let the new blue-bones go deal with them.”

“Your Highness, something in the old king’s ruins seems to be making a noise.”

“Perfect. The energy core I activated a couple of days ago needs a test subject.”

“Your Highness, the chief archmage from the royal capital has traveled over a thousand miles to insist you become his apprentice.”

“...Tell him I’m going to dig a mine first.”

While neighboring lords were still debating whether to attack a city with a siege crossbow or a catapult, Field had already unearthed a thousand-year-old defensive network hub from the era of the old king, deep in his own mine. And while an old mage lamented the waste of his talent, Field casually cobbled together a staff and lit up the ancient magic-energy conduit running across the entire Monster Mountains.

“I came to retire on the frontier. How did I end up busier the longer I stay?”