[Western Fantasy] + [Sword and Sorcery] + [Territory Building] + [Adventure] + [Farming] + [Dragon Girls] + [All Kinds of Weird and Wonderful Beauties] = ?
A solemn promise: [No AI] [Villains aren’t idiots] [No clichés] [No filler].
A slow-burn Western fantasy. Enter at your own risk.
This is a suicide note.
My name is Richard. Old Ian, with his monocle, insists my name is Richard Delarose. To him, the family name Delarose means far more than the name Richard.
I’m in a real bind.
My cheap father, Hobart Reinhardt Delarose, died before I transmigrated here. By all rights, I should inherit his earldom and the territory that comes with it.
But the old lecher had been chasing women in his youth, and now an illegitimate son named Ron Delarose has shown up to challenge me to a duel, as he had agreed with the previous owner of this body.
The winner gets the title and the territory.
I don’t have a golden finger, nor any talent for magic or battle aura. My opponent, meanwhile, is a knight with fifth-level Frost Battle Aura. I feel like I could just give up my inheritance, couldn’t I?
What? The duel can’t be called off? Surrendering won’t help either?
Unless something unexpected happens, in three days I’ll be saying farewell to this strange otherworld in the most literal sense.
Before then, I have to do something.
Many years later, the Sacred Dragon Wendy blushes and lowers herself, watching helplessly as Richard climbs onto her back.
Richard looks down at the frenzied crowd, their eyes burning with excitement as they watch.
“I never meant to become a dragon knight.
“Just like I never meant to become your king.”
I'm too lazy to complain, if you sponsor a beggar in the first five chapters, he wants to be your lover, and the protagonist is still a count, just a little poisonous, and the following two guys who are obviously heroines are touched by this little villain in the early stage, I can only say that the author is really not suitable to write this kind of thing