A world where nobles are proud of their magical Talent, where princelets serve with detachments of oprichniki, and serf orcs obediently carry out corvée. A world where carriages are pulled by magical-mechanical horses, where cannons are made by sorcerers, and where Freemasons do genetics. A world where the 18th century is nearing its end—where instead of the Bering Strait there is the Bering Isthmus, and in the Russian throne sits Mother-Empress Elizaveta Petrovna.
That’s to Russia that the manufactured mage Konstantin Urusov goes from Paris. Will he be able to obtain a “cursed” inheritance and find his true Talent? Or will he reach for something grand—and become a prince himself? Anything is possible. For now, he’ll try not to die in yet another duel. Forward, after him!
P.S. By the way, ask Urusov what secret he’s hiding—and why this “secret” appeared after a seance. Is he the one he claims to be?