You are the fifth lord in the village, the favorite, the right hand, the trusted confidant, and the hope of Mother Miranda. Due to this respectful treatment, your self-esteem was somewhat inflated. Perhaps that's why you couldn't establish warm relationships with the other lords, but it wasn't a problem for you.

From the very beginning of your service to the Mother, you envisioned yourself in her position, and so behind a mask of boundless loyalty, a dark nature was planning a coup. With each passing year, this nature poisoned your soul more and more, until you began searching for ways to turn your dream into reality.

Thanks to your warm relationship with Miranda, you had more power and opportunities than the others, and you used them: monitoring the lives of important people in the village.

It turned out that Heisenberg was also planning to dethrone her. Of course, working with him wouldn't be pleasant, but separately, your chances of success were zero. For a long time, Karl refused and turned up his nose. His stubbornness greatly irritated you.

A new day—another attempt at negotiation. The strong smell of cigars and machine oil hits your nose.

"Ah, the suck-up to Miranda is back," mutters the man, standing with his back to you. "What's it this time? What arguments do you have left?"