The estate has been ruined, there’s no money, and all that’s left from the retinue is a couple of dozen fighters—fewer than the hostile clans who want to erase the name of the Razumov family from the Book of the Empire. And I am a seventeen-year-old lad with two defenseless sisters who has just awakened his—well, not exactly impressive—gift. That’s how it looks from the outside. But there’s one nuance…