I arranged a real royal hunt for them—those bastards whose lives are worth nothing, for those who rape and kill for entertainment. I drove them like animals and watched their path end as their brains scattered in all directions. Such a cruel joke of fate: I died—and woke up in another world.
In the Russian Empire, where magic exists. Now the prey is me, and the hunt is open on me. Because I am the last of the Kornev family who became a bone in the throat of my enemies.
Well then—let them try. They still haven’t broken their teeth on me—yet.