Boyar girl. I, the strongest aristocrat in the country, am killed right while watching Shrek. But I don’t die, I wake up in the body of a bare-assed wimp. A pretty girl is sitting nearby, and a guy in the corner is fiddling with some tools... Wait, what? Thank you for not being in the push and without hairless cats. But that’s only half the story. I am constantly tormented by hunger, which can only be satisfied by aristocrats. Not a penny for my soul. You won't get into the Lyceum. Reputation - a downtrodden loser. The problems don't end there! But at the same time...They are all solvable. After all, I have experience, character and past strengths with me. And believe me, I do not intend to hide it.

Oppressor of Aristocrats, Volume Two.