I’m a Border Lord Whose Territory Is About to Collapse, but the People They’re Sending Me Lately Are Way Too Good at Their Jobs

They call it the Dead Lands—a forsaken frontier territory. And me? I’m Alan Lilac, the poor bastard who got stuck ruling it. Honestly, the whole place is one bad day away from collapsing into oblivion. Desperate, I begged for help. The kingdom, the neighboring lords, every noble contact I had—anyone. And help did come. Just… not the kind I expected. What I got was a collection of absolute oddballs: a former saint, a scheming strategist with a pitch-black soul, a workaholic alchemist who practically lives in the lab, an ex-S-rank adventurer, the errand runner from the hero’s party, and an ice-cold villainess. Every single one of them is a walking headache personality-wise, but damn it, they’re insanely good at what they do. And somehow, before I could even blink, my dying territory started thriving. Now, of course, everyone who sent them here suddenly wants them back. Sorry, not my problem anymore. You all looked down on me for being some backwater nobody—well, time to make them choke on their own disdain.