Being the emperor’s jester-killer isn’t all that terrible. Especially if you’re one of the higher gifted and you’re allowed almost everything. Almost—because there is a vow of loyalty to his dear Majesty, binding your hands and feet. Only that vow wasn’t mine.
But the emperor miscalculated, and my chains shattered. Now I’m free. True, this freedom had to be paid for with death and a fall into nothingness—wait, how many years was that?
But what difference does it make. Now nothing will stop me: I’ll take back my name and resurrect my own clan—the right to which was taken from me.
Well then, hello, new era…