Not much time passed before I became the owner of a manor and my own plot of land. My life turned sharply—again. And if I’m given any more help, I’m personally obligated to find the accomplices of the murderer. Revenge is a rather sweet dish—and it must be served cold. Still, I’m sure that to reach the guilty, I’ll have to work my sword well. Besides, old “acquaintances” appeared again in red masks, calling themselves the society of “Purity.” Who are they? What do they want from me? Nobody knows. But they know everything about me. Well then, I’ll have to talk things over with them.