I gave the emperor a crown. To my loyal princes—wealth and power. To the country—nearly a quarter of a century of peace and the world. I was ready for everything, even my own death.
But I was let down. I was left to oblivion for ten long years, and only returned to this world when the borrowed well-being began to crack.
It is the year two thousand and fifteen. Almost my entire family has been destroyed. The Empire is on the brink of war. And all I have is a new, young body endowed with the power of Constructs… Not so bad, especially if you know who to hold responsible for everything that happened.
My name is Vladimir Ostrogorsky. Once I brought order to the capital, and I will do it again. Whether you like it or not.