I woke up in someone else’s body: screams all around, hands covered in blood. In front of me is a spoiled son of an influential father dragging a girl along, confident that his connections will cover everything. A very familiar picture… “Get out of the way, you creature!” — and my punch lands squarely on his face.
Only now I’m not in the 21st century. I’m a Sagittarius, and it’s 1682. Moscow is seething; tension hangs in the air—just a little more, and a revolt will break out. And that couldn’t be more convenient.
In my previous life, one such “untouchable” destroyed my family, bribed his way out and walked away from court. I answered with vigilante justice, died—and got a second chance. This time, I won’t allow power and money to save criminals again.
One rule: there are no “untouchables” anymore. If, for the sake of justice, I have to spark a Sagittarius uprising, I’ll lead it. If the throne needs to be overturned, my hand won’t tremble.
Peter is still just a kid. But I will stand by him, teach him, and forge a ruler who will burn corruption and lawlessness out of Russia. And if I’m destined to fall again—then at least not in vain.