Claude had never cared much about the world's problems—government affairs, hunger, famine, poverty.
Whenever someone asked for his opinion on policies or the government's agenda, he dismissed it outright, calling it bullshit.
In his eyes, no matter who sat in power, the world remained the same.
That was until the company he worked for was shut down due to a new government policy—one that crushed businesses under its weight, leaving him and countless others penniless.
It was then he realized.
The corruption of the powerful didn't always strike directly. It gnawed at society little by little, until nothing remained.
And now, he stood at the center of that very corruption.
"We can't just decrease the pay and budget of all the ministries!"
Eldrich Olvon, the Lord Steward, slammed his fist on the table. His thin black tail flicked behind him in irritation, his discontent mirrored by most of the court.
Claude leaned back in his chair, unfazed.
