The Kingdom of Sharmi has long forgotten the word “magic”. Who needs magic and why, if luxury trains travel along the railways, worker golems stand at factory conveyors, regiments of iron soldiers will be replenished from day to day in the army, and even the capital’s socialites are in fashion with not living, but mechanical dogs? This is called "progress". And the price of progress is high...And therefore, behind the external well-being of the kingdom hides a serpentine tangle of conspiracies and intrigues. Everyone is striving for power and wealth - princes of the blood and members of the government, guards and scientists, mechanics and even ordinary workers. Everyone has a role in a dangerous game. But who will play the main roles?..