I was an ordinary guy, not an archmage, a god, or an assassin. And I had a dream - to become an aristocrat. And when there was one step left before her, they killed me. A prayer to the Guardian of the Worlds for help helped, but not in the way I wanted. Yes, now I am in the body of a prince, the highest aristocrat of the empire. But my source is destroyed, my legs are paralyzed and everyone hates me, including the yard dog. My father wants to take away my heritage, his family wants me dead, and now Secret Investigation is interested in me. Well, the one who walks will master the road. I was able to rise once and will rise again. I will return to my world, take my mother and sister from there and take revenge on those who betrayed me if I were not Timofey Bagryanin.