Want the diamond to become a diamond—brilliant? Then you need to cut it. So I had to look for a “cutter,” and since I’m a “non-simple diamond,” I needed a special master.
He’s the one who can handle such a task—everything good, but, alas, not without drawbacks. He lives on a high mountain and greets guests in a peculiar way. Whether you’re a commoner or the son of a prefect, it doesn’t matter to him. Both will be sent down just as quickly—with the acceleration of a good kick. And he has many secrets. One of them is so unexpected that it even surprised me. And in my new life, I’ve long stopped being surprised by anything.