I rose to the peak of power and created a Great Empire, ruling it with a firm—yet by conscience—a steady hand.
However, once I crushed my sworn enemy, an unknown curse threw my soul one and a half thousand years into the future.
And what did I see there?
The Empire had fallen apart, my house ended up at the very bottom, and I myself was nothing more than an illegitimate child.
Nothing terrible. I already controlled this world once—I’ll control it again…
Stop.
What do you mean, there’s now different magic here?!