In the year 1656, the standoff between humans and beastfolk tore the continent apart, bringing down an Iron Curtain known as the Cold War.
"And me, Saria Razlar, am 56 years old this year. I'm an ordinary catgirl and an ordinary professor at Cohen University."
"As for all that stuff about me being a chancellor, a licentious saint, a legendary mercenary, the continent's strongest human-shaped self-propelled cannon, or a stud, you've definitely got the wrong person!"
"Wait, you say I'm already the chancellor?"
"That's right. Her Highness and the Upper House have already decided. You're going to be the duchy's chancellor!"
"I'm not being modest, but how did I, a university professor from an inferior beastfolk race, end up as chancellor of a vampire duchy in Cohen?"
I put on my black-rimmed glasses and asked coldly.
