Being an imperial court jester and a murderer isn’t all that bad. Especially when you’re one of the higher-end gifted and you’re allowed everything. Almost everything. If you don’t count the oath of loyalty to his precious majesty, which binds you hand and foot. Not my oath…
But the emperor was wrong, and my restraints broke. Now I’m free—though to do that, I had to die and spend time in nothingness… Wait—how many years? It doesn’t matter. Now nothing will stop me from resurrecting my own clan, the right to which was taken from me.
Hello, new times…