検索キーワード： 著者 "Oleg Sapphire Alexey Kovtunov" すべてのカテゴリー

They were just a bunch of ordinary demonologists trying to summon an ordinary demon...but at the moment of summoning, something went wrong. Still, demon or demonologist—what was the difference to them, anyway? Either way, they were going to have fun.

Gangsters, aristocrats, offworlders . . . What difference does it make? To Mikhail Bulatov, none whatsoever. Any of them could be friend or foe, and he could care less what world they're from or what their place is in the social order. As for his enemies, any conversation will be equally brief, even if different in content. And yes, those out to get him are ramping up their efforts, and increasing in number. Not that there's any question of his ability to handle it all. That being said, he must not lose sight of who he is. First and foremost, he is a Healer.

Mikhail came here from a world where not just force, but also a man's word, meant something. But here in his new home, it was different. Not only were there few here who possessed strong Gifts, or were truly powerful mages, there were still fewer who knew how to keep their word. How, then, was he to restore the status of the Bulatov Family? Of course, as the head of the Family, Mikhail would never give up, and he always managed to find a way to outsmart his adversaries.

The threats I've been facing in this world, well, it's like playing whack-a-mole. The local aristocrats are still conspiring to put roadblocks in the path of the ever more powerful Bulatov Family. And then I have the offworlders from another world—they haven't gone anywhere, either. They're still opening portals and sending through invaders, although, thus far, these attacks have been isolated grabs for loot and prisoners. A portal opens, offworlders dash out, get what they can, and retreat.

Mikhail's adventures continue. He's finding out ever more about this world, and the Empire in which he lives. But he's in for some surprises, still. They've tasked him with training the most hopeless students from the Department of Healing Arts. Perhaps this was meant to be a way of punishing Mikhail, but in the end, it's tough luck for the students. After all, look at who they got for a teacher! One thing's for sure, no way will these students end up as mediocre Healers!

This world never fails to surprise me! I take care of one problem only to be confronted by yet another—my unceasing enemies want what is mine. Is it that hard for them to comprehend that I, the Archmagister of Healing, can't be had so easily? Why, oh why are healers in this world seen as the weakest of the Gifted? It makes no sense to me. In my former world, everybody knew that Healers were to be respected and feared. Ah, well. It won't be long before they wish they'd never crossed my path.

Mikhail's power had only grown with every new day, and his Family was also flourishing. However, so were their enemies. New ones had emerged, and old ones who'd long ago written them off were now stirring. But really, was this a problem? He was a healer, and there was always a remedy, and mandatory "treatment" could not be stopped! Indeed, his enemies would pay handsomely for it. At least, whatever remained of them.

What could be simpler? On my very first day in this world, I was given the title of a count along with all the trimmings: a castle, name, lands and power. You'd think I had it made, but no . . . They seized my castle, took my lands, and now, I'm surrounded by enemies. Moreover, it's nothing but one headache after another with the authorities. And even though I wrested my castle back, the neighbors aren't going anywhere, and they live and breathe to tear off chunks of my land, and eliminate me, the new head of the family.

A good Healer, they say, must use his Gift professionally. Really? No one in my past world would spout such nonsense! Everyone there knew full well what a Healer from the Order was capable of . . . And they also know that a Healer doesn't have to kowtow to anybody. But now, I'm no longer in that world. And in this world, I am not only a great Healer, I am also a great count, one that can do far more than heal, as my enemies know full well. But little do they know that I've only just begun!

I was the most powerful healer in my world—the best, having devoted my entire life to mastering the art of healing. And yet, for whatever reason, my brother feared that I sought to claim his throne, and he marshaled his forces against me.

I was the most powerful healer in my world—the best, having devoted my entire life to mastering the art of healing. And yet, for whatever reason, my brother feared that I sought to claim his throne, and he marshaled his forces against me. Anyway, it doesn't matter, all the same I'd been planning on trying out a certain ritual and now . . . I'm in another world altogether!? And this body I’m inhabiting, well, it's not mine, but some young guy's! And what's it mean that in this world the gift of the healer is downright pathetic?

Es gibt offensichtlich Leute, die noch immer nicht begriffen haben, wer Michail Bulatow wirklich ist–welche Gründe das auch haben mag. Es sind diejenigen, die in ihm weiterhin nichts als einen Heiler sehen. Ihre Versuche, ihn bei einem Duell umzubringen oder ihn zu vergiften, bieten ihm nichts als amüsante Unterhaltung. Aber es gibt auch eine vielversprechende Entwicklung: Seinen ersten Regierungsvertrag über die Behandlung einer Aristokratin. Michail genießt es, als Heiler zu arbeiten.

To anyone looking on, it would appear that a certain very young count is beset by too many enemies, especially considering that his Gift has nothing to do with combat. It’s as if the northern region that houses his county is a magnet for offworld invaders. But his enemies also include his competitors, and, of course, neighboring aristocrats who seek to seize the lands and assets of this impudent upstart, this Count Bulatov.

I could have been anything I wanted: a chef, a chauffeur, a pianist, an artist, an aristocrat...but where would the fun be in that? In my past life, I'd been one of the world's greatest demonologists, and horned lords and masters of the inferno had cringed and trembled with terror at my name.

Michails Abenteuer nehmen ihren Fortgang. Er findet immer mehr über diese Welt und das Imperium heraus, in dem er jetzt lebt. Allerdings stehen ihm auch ein paar Überraschungen bevor. Man hat ihm zum Beispiel die Aufgabe übertragen, die hoffnungslosesten Studenten der Abteilung der Heilkünste zu unterrichten. Wahrscheinlich war das für Michail als Strafe gedacht. Aber am Ende sind es seine Schüler, die Pech gehabt haben ...

Mikhail isn't greedy, no! He's simply thrifty, practical. And he cannot fathom how anyone can leave trophies behind on the battlefield. No way does that mean he's stealing them! And of course Mikhail isn't a slave master! Although those who he corralled into signing service contracts might not agree.

Alle wussten sehr gut, wozu ein Heiler des Ordens imstande war… Und sie wussten auch, dass ein Heiler vor niemandem katzbuckelt. Ich bin dabei, die alte Herrschaft der Familie Bulatow wiederherzustellen, und jetzt habe ich alles, was ich dafür brauche. Einschließlich von Unterstützern aus einer anderen Welt. Arbeite für mich - oder geh mir aus dem Weg!

Gangster, Aristokraten, Fremdweltler... Was macht das für einen Unterschied? Für Michail Bulatow - nicht den geringsten. Jeder von ihnen könnte ein Freund oder ein Feind sein, und ihm könnte es nicht gleichgültiger sein, woher die Leute kommen oder welchen Rang sie in der sozialen Ordnung einnehmen. Was seine Feinde betrifft, so sind alle Unterhaltungen mit ihnen gleich kurz, wenn ihr Inhalt sich auch unterscheidet. Und ja, diejenigen, die es auf ihn abgesehen haben, verstärken ihre Anstrengungen, und ihre Zahl erhöht sich.

Diese Welt hört nie auf, mich zu überraschen! Kaum habe ich ein Problem gelöst, taucht schon das nächste auf – meine unermüdlichen Feinde wollen an sich reißen, was mir gehört. Ist es so schwer für sie zu begreifen, dass ich, der Erzmagister der Heilung, nicht so leicht zu besiegen bin? Oh, warum nur glauben die Menschen in dieser Welt, Heiler wären die schwächsten aller Begabten? Das ergibt für mich keinen Sinn. In meiner früheren Welt wusste jeder, dass man Heiler gleichermaßen respektieren und fürchten muss. Nun ja, nicht lange, und sie werden sich wünschen, mir niemals begegnet zu sein.

Michail kommt aus einer anderen Welt, einer Welt, in der die Macht eines Mannes ebenso wie sein Wort noch Bedeutung besaßen. Aber hier in seiner neuen Heimat ist alles anders. Nur wenige besitzen eine Gabe, die stark genug ist, um wahrhaft mächtige Magier hervorzubringen – und noch weniger Menschen scheinen zu wissen, wie man sein Wort hält. Wie kann er unter diesen Umständen am besten den Status der Familie Bulatow wiederherstellen? Als Oberhaupt dieser Familie gibt Michail natürlich niemals auf und findet immer einen Weg, seine Feinde zu überlisten.