I arranged a royal hunt for them—for those creatures for whom human life is just a meaningless sound, for those who rape and kill for the sake of amusement. I staged a royal hunt for them, and then watched as their heads shattered into pieces. The irony is that I died too—right afterward—and I woke up in another world.
Now I’m in the Russian Empire, where magic exists. And the hunt has begun again—only this time, the prey is me. Because I, the last of the Kornev line, stood in the throat of those who are used to crushing everyone with impunity. Well then! They’ll have to break their teeth on me!