Yesterday he was a sovereign duke, a favorite of power and gods, army and people. Yesterday the beautiful bride smiled at him, and life played with bright colors... But this "yesterday" happened a hundred and nineteen years ago, and today he returned from Posthumous by the will of fate and the goddess Morrigan. He returned when everything that was dear to him collapsed like a house of cards. He returned to the body of the young heir to the surname, whom even his father calls insignificance. He returned to the very beginning of the path, only the first steps of which he will have to go through betrayal, love, the power of power. And through a repeated meat grinder selection to the Corps.