I am surrounded by loyal knights, reliable vassals. Over the years, I have not seen betrayal, intrigue, deceit, or base cunning, but honor and nobility seem to be in the air here. The Holy Inquisition keeps its word, magicians keep their word of honor, even ogres, trolls and demons keep it. It seems to me that it doesn’t even occur to them that they can cheat, cheat, betray, and make a big profit from it. And only I, who came from a world where everything is bought and sold, where betraying, stabbing in the back, tripping a leg, walking over corpses is the norm of life, understand with horror how difficult it is for such a bastard to be one of the rulers of this pure world.