I was a fighter of the Order of Lictors. I protected the world from demons and sealed magical anomalies. I destroyed the Gifted—those who, to their misfortune, dared to get involved with cunning and ruthless otherworldly creatures. Magic flung 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 no longer exists, and my contract is over. So what will I do now? Rest and enjoy life!