Being an imperial jester-killer isn’t actually that bad. Especially when you’re one of the higher gifted and you’re allowed everything. Well, almost everything. If you don’t count the oath of loyalty to his precious majesty that binds you hand and foot. Not my oath.
But the emperor made a mistake, and my restraints fell apart. Now I’m free. Though to get that, I had to die and spend—hold on, how many years—in nonbeing?
Still, it doesn’t matter how long. Now nothing will stop me from reviving my own clan—the right to which was taken from me.
So, hello, new era…