Master of Myself. Heir to Kalkuara

It’s good to be a Dark Lord! A family castle with towers and a throne, a black cloak with a fiery crimson lining, a textbook on magic, a beautiful maid, a personal guard of elite orc warriors… How beautiful! It’s... just that the title of Lord came to me as an inheritance at the very moment when former vassals declared independence, the bright heroes are once again gathering to destroy the castle to the ground, and of all the relatives, only the great-grandfather-mummy is 'alive'. Of course, it would be better to refuse such an inheritance, ideally to return to my native world, far from the conflicts of the Forces of Light and Darkness. But we do not seek easy paths! And can one abandon those in trouble whom you have taken responsibility for?