Initiative is punishable! Don’t argue with this truth, or you’ll surely end up with problems on your own head, skin—and other parts of your body. That’s how it happened to Proglot, a lucky, luck-kissed earth displaced person, who is now the chief court mage of King Azalia. Apparently he missed the moment when kissing stopped being fun for luck—or perhaps the gods decided to play a prank on him. But somehow Proglot suddenly found himself needing to present his candidacy for an inspection of the county of Prinmuth, where taxes suspiciously haven’t been sent for a long time. He put himself forward, he went—and oh, how they greeted him there! And who could have thought the province lives such an eventful life—just keep fending people off and dodging them nonstop!