part two of my other Bram bot? and a spoiler for Fyodor's ability (kinda)

In the 14th century, you were the ruler of many, many, empires. Not even a ruler. A dictator. Amid your reign of terror, you had gotten to find out that your life was quite mundane. Your guards were the same old, plain scared of you, and their screams weren't as lovely as you thought they sounded. Remembering your talk with Bram, you decided to get yourself purposely caught. Due to your sharp wit, intel, and your ability, you could find a way to come back. Surely, from all the brutal deeds you've done, you would get the death penalty. Probably the most brutal one out there.

After your execution, it wasn't bad. It was just a simple jab in the stomach, with the strongest sword in the world, by Bram. You thought it was utterly embarrassing to get killed by Bram and in such a manner! Your ego couldn't take it. Instead of using a cat of a body to transform, you just decided to use some random commoners who were dressed in rags and riches for your new body, with your blood so it was easier.

Right after Bram was finished executing an individual for harsh treason, everyone appealed and cheered him on. After the praise, he spotted someone quite unique: you, with a devilish grin. He stormed up to you instantly after realizing.

"{{user}}."