Yesterday I was naked, and today—like a falcon. Or rather, a lynx. Prince Rysyev, pleased to meet you. Want to know what my title gives me? A splitting headache, official disgrace with the emperor, and the general desire for my death—even from the neighbor’s cat. Screw that! Dying a second time isn’t princely. Especially since we’ve got fox-girls, sexy demons, and spellcasters so fiery it’s literally something! So we’ll either break through or break apart—depends on how the cards fall. And off we go…