Ignorance snuffs out the sparks of knowledge, and civilization is rekindled from the embers of the old. Eras change and cycles repeat. The flame of life burns on, and the light of faith shines eternally upon the land. Pross has never been short of heroic epics and legends.
My name is Xinsa. I'm a third-rate con artist, a wandering Earthling, a famous writer, the Empire's regent, an enemy of the Church, and the Shadow of the Sun. I hide in the currents of history, conduct the music of the age, and make heroes and gods dance in the palm of my hand.
But before any of that, I have to take care of one tiny little task:
Disguise myself as a woman, infiltrate the Charlotte estate, and become the personal maid serving the noble young ladies.
Darkness has never been far away, and the light has never faded. This is a transmigrator's legend.
