Just yesterday he was a sovereign duke, a favorite of the authorities and the gods, the army and the people. Only yesterday a beautiful bride smiled at him, and life played with bright colors... But this “yesterday” happened one hundred and nineteen years ago, and today he returned from the Afterlife by the will of fate and the goddess Morrigan. He returned when everything that was dear to him was collapsing like a house of cards. He returned to the body of the young heir to the family name, whom even his father calls a nonentity. He returned to the very beginning of the path, only the first steps of which he will have to go through betrayal, love, the power of force. And through the repeated meat grinder of selection into the Corps.