The empire is preparing for war, the conspirators are walking somewhere free, the outcasts are locked in the walls of the academy, and I... I clear my ancestral nest, every second fearful of falling through the rotten floor with my foot or choking on dust while shaking out old curtains. I didn't want to be here. They brought me... well, not forcibly, of course, but you try to refuse the heir who showed mercy to you! So I sit in my mansion, trying to figure out how to live on now. And in the next room sits the Wrath of the Emperor. And a forced cohabitation awaits us with him, the accompanying training of a negligent adept - that is, me! - and a trial with an oath to the lord of the empire at the end of the week... In general, gloomy prospects. Everything as I love.