I Thought It Was a Romance Fantasy, but It Was a Dark Fantasy
The Rahaspel Grand Duchy commanded a military force vast enough to rival an entire nation. The Grand Duke wasn't fucking around. That was a bone-deep truth I'd come to grasp after reincarnating.
Only possible because it's the Northern Grand Duke, I figured.
The Northern Grand Duke. What did that title usually signify? A margrave tasked with safeguarding the northern borders. Unlike the marquesses who were just nominally in charge, a Grand Duke ruling directly was straight out of romance fantasy clichés.
But every time, I couldn't shake the impression that it was a bit much.
I just couldn't wrap my head around why the Rahaspel Grand Duchy had amassed such overwhelming military power. Knight-level combatants: 20,000. Even accounting for how brutal the Northern Frontline was, that number was ridiculously overkill.
It wasn't until after my father in this lifetime passed away, and rumors of the Capital's downfall spread like wildfire, that I finally pieced it all together.
The truth I'd realized after twenty-four years of reincarnation was crystal clear.
Ah, so it wasn't a romance fantasy—it was a dark fantasy.
The genre I thought I knew was something else entirely.