Some know me as Count Berestyev—the new head of an disgraced family. Others know me as Miroslav Krast—the young noble liquidator who guards the empire from the fracture monsters in Siberia. My comrades call me a Jarl, in accordance with my fake title and call sign given after passing the trials. But in truth, I’m aether magic user searching for justice in this world and trying to restore the good name of my family. And I will surely manage it, because I have helpers:
— Buzzing, let go of that potato sack! We haven’t bought it yet…
— Foma, stop chewing the seller’s shoes. Otherwise you won’t get any more chocolate!
Yes, my helpers are exactly what you need. A bit troublesome, though…