Western Fantasy Lord: Starting from the Border Prince Territory

[Western Fantasy] [Lord] [Medieval Warhammer] [Development] When he woke up, Eamonn became a run-down little lord of the Border Princedom. The Sigma Empire doesn't care about this hellish place, the Bretonnian Knight Kingdom ignores it, and the dwarves despise it. Refugees call themselves princes here, pirates build cities here, and there are people in the dark whispering names that they shouldn't read. His parents had just died at the hands of Sartosa pirates, leaving behind a sum of money and an unclaimed lordship deed. The three leaders in the territory called him "Your Highness" with a smile, but they didn't know what An was thinking behind his back. Just when Eamonn wanted to fend for himself, he discovered that his eyes could see many things. He can see everything in the territory and see the loyalty of the refugees. He could see the fog of war outside his territory and see the enemy's flags. As the lord expanded, he could see more and more things. Beyond the horizon, the black sails of Sartusa are gathering. Deep within the border, the nearest princedom was recruiting troops. Hundreds of meters below the earth, there is a magnificent rat-man underground city, connecting every part of the old world. Further afield. Over mountains and rivers, across the borders of empires, across every country that can be named. The chasm of chaos is opening in the north, and the undercurrent is spreading to the south...