I gave them a royal hunt - these bastards, for whom a person's life is nothing, for those who rape and kill for their pleasure. I gave them a royal hunt and then watched their brains fly. Irony of fate. I died, and now in a new world. In the Russian Empire, where there is magic. And now they are hunting me. Because I, the last of the Root clan, went through the throats of my enemies. Well! They will break their teeth about me!