Ignis was transported into a world of swords and theocracy.
He originally wanted to keep his head down and live, but on a snowy night at the border, he was forced to a dead end by a blood tax. Tax collectors rob people, nobles eat the people, the church is hypocritical, and the so-called order of the kingdom is just a butcher's knife cloaked in legality.
So he stopped retreating.
Protecting himself in the name of a fallen nobleman, he entered the game as a guilty knight. Starting from the death squad at the bottom of the military camp, he climbed up step by step, stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Crows peered into the battlefield for him, nightmares trampled the night for him, and monsters tore open the iron curtain of the old era for him.
He is not here to save the world.
He is here to transform it.
When everyone thought he was just a crazy wandering knight, Ignis had already set his sights on the farther frontiers—where he wanted to build a new city that did not belong to the nobility, the church, or the old era.
If there is no place in this world, then he will create a new world with his own hands. (My own work, feel free to do so)
You can see, food and grass