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In Arc I, a prince will fall one hundred and seventy years into the future. He will have lost much of himself during the journey – his name, his memories, his grief, his rage – but he will not have lost his ambition.
Fortunately for him, he will land in the arms of a most cunning man and a most influential woman, both of whom are willing to help a fallen prince if only he agrees to return the favor. Justice is their price, or so they claim, but how much can he know of others when he doesn’t even know his own name?
With limited knowledge of the world in which he has awoken, and even more limited options available to a nameless, friendless, penniless man, he agrees to the arrangement.
At least one part of it shall be no burden…