Being an imperial jester-killer isn’t all that terrible—especially if you’re among the highest gifted and you’re allowed almost everything. Almost—because there’s a vow of loyalty to his priceless Majesty that ties up your hands and feet. Only that wasn’t my vow.
But the emperor miscalculated, and my chains scattered to dust. I’m free again. True, to achieve that I had to die and disappear into nothingness… though for how many years?
In any case, what difference does it make. Now nothing stops me from getting back what was taken from me—and resurrecting my own clan, to which I’m entitled.
Well then, welcome, new era…