I was a fighter of the Order of Lictors. I defended the world from demons and sealed magical anomalies. I destroyed the Gifted—those who, to their own misfortune, dared to tangle with clever and merciless otherworldly creatures.
Magic threw me a hundred years into the future. I ended up in a world where humans and demons cooperate with each other. The Order of Lictors is gone, and my contract is finished.
So what will I do now?
Rest and enjoy life!
Author’s note: The main character is an imba. Strong and funny. This is a bojar story. That means: aristocrats, intrigues, fights, traps, magic, and adventures. It’s a light bojar story—so the hero is always cool, enemies get what they deserve, women sigh in admiration, and friends drink to victory. Humor—in moderation. Pathos—in moderation, too. No whining or gloomy “overcoming” hardships. No trash, no nonsense, no porn—none of that is expected.