Master of oneself. Heir to Calcuara.

It's great to be a Dark Lord! A family castle with towers and a throne, a black cloak with fiery-red lining, a magic textbook, a beautiful chambermaid, a personal guard of elite orc warriors... Beauty! But the title of Lord was passed down to me at the very moment when former vassals declared independence, noble heroes once again gather to destroy the castle to its foundations, and the only living relative is my mummified great-grandfather. Of course, it would be better to refuse such an inheritance, ideally to return to my native world, far away from the conflicts between the forces of Light and Darkness. But we do not seek easy paths! And can you really abandon those in need, for whose fates you have taken responsibility?