The Great Magic Swordsman Who Returned After a Thousand Years

The founder of the Clonif royal family, Leon Clonif. When he came to his senses, he had revived in the body of his eleventh-generation descendant? According to the letter left by Levan, his eleventh-generation descendant who had sacrificed his life to summon him through black magic, the dignity of the royal family he had founded had long since become nothing more than a name. Instead, the Lenderman ducal house, some unheard-of mongrel pedigree, was ruling like kings. “So what you’re telling me is that you want me to clean up the sh*t you bastards left behind…” I built an empire and let you enjoy wealth and glory. And this is the mess you made of it? I devoted my youth to creating the first unified empire in the continent’s history. Yet overnight, everything had been reduced to nothing. “Very well, you damned descendant. I shall specially grant your request. Be sure to regard it as an honor and offer me infinite respect from within the void, you pitiful, wretched, damned descendant.” As Leon…No, now as Levan, he would restore the dignity of the Clonif royal family!