Transmigrated as a blacksmith, I get a wife when the rebel army hands them out.
From the start, I get my sister-in-law, my fiancée, and an imperial princess on the run!
"What, you joined up because of women? I joined because I believe in your ideals."
The rebel army has outdated equipment and shoddy weapons? A ragtag force?
Our refined steel, carbon steel, and alloy steel can slice through iron like butter!
Our Divine Might Cannons, hand-thrown thunder bombs, and meteor fire rain will reduce you to dust!
The rebel army is undisciplined and lacks cohesion? A pile of loose sand?
What about the specter of communism descending upon you? What can you do about soldiers and civilians united as one, as close as fish and water?
Who says a blacksmith only knows how to forge iron? I'm even better at forging hearts!
"Get off the throne! It belongs to the people! It belongs to me!"
