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

Oh nein, Michail ist nicht gierig–ganz und gar nicht! Er ist einfach nur sparsam. Und praktisch veranlagt. Und es ist ihm schlichtweg unverständlich, wie jemand Trophäen auf einem Schlachtfeld liegen lassen kann. Das bedeutet auf keinen Fall, dass er etwas stiehlt! Und natürlich ist Michail auch kein Sklaventreiber! Obwohl diejenigen, die er mit miesen Tricks dazu bringt, Dienstverträge mit ihm zu unterschreiben, ohne weiteres anderer Meinung sein könnten, was das betrifft.

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...

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.

Flying with your squad to rescue your fellow soldiers under siege. Navigating your plane right into the epicenter of the fighting, only to discover that the enemy has been lying in wait, ready to ambush you all along . . . What could go wrong? Watching as your aircraft is overrun by enemies that...

In a world full of secrets and intrigue, Mikhail Bulatov is playing a dangerous game, and the rules are constantly changing. True, the opposing players are the ones who have to worry, although they don't know it yet . . . Really, though, danger is no stranger to Mikhail—his life in this world...

Events are intensifying around Mikhail Bulatov. The emperor is starting to wonder how he could be just an ordinary Healer, and he's even considering entrusting him with a matter of special importance. Yes, the emperor suspects a lot, but not that Bulatov has geese working for him, and that Leonid himself considers him a friend. And that's just the tip of the iceberg . . . What will happen should the emperor finally realize the truth about Mikhail?

Ich hätte alles werden können: Koch, Chauffeur, Pianist, Künstler, Aristokrat. Aber wo wäre da der Spaß geblieben? In meinem früheren Leben war ich einer der berühmtesten Dämonologen. Gehörnte Fürsten und Meister der Hölle waren vor meinem Namen zurückgewichen und hatten vor Furcht gezittert. Mein Name war immer noch gefürchtet und jagte den Dämonen Angst und Schrecken ein. Aber das war erst der Anfang, denn in meiner neuen Welt hatte ich beschlossen, Soldat zu werden. Warum, mag man fragen? Ganz einfach. Die Armee bot ein wildes Abenteuer, das man selbst erlebt haben musste, um es zu glauben.

Sie waren nur eine Gruppe gewöhnlicher Dämonologen, die versuchten, einen gewöhnlichen Dämon zu beschwören…doch im Moment der Beschwörung ging etwas schief. Aber hey, ob Dämon oder Dämonologe, welchen Unterschied macht das schon? Mir war klar, dass ich so oder so meinen Spaß haben würde.

Why, oh why, are so many loath to have dealings with Healers? In other worlds, at least, everyone knows how powerful Healers of his rank are. But why is it no one realizes how great Healers are at negotiating and concluding contracts? And, moreover, they're fabulous managers. Although that might...

The army is no place for being idle. A bad soldier is one who can't get this into his head; one who'll do anything to get out of work, who's forever looking for a quiet corner where he can sit and do nothing. But Konstantin was not that soldier. Konstantin was always looking for ways to make...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 ...

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.

Ich war der mächtigste Heiler in meiner Welt – der beste. Mein ganzes Leben hatte ich der Kunst des Heilens gewidmet. Trotzdem fürchtete mein Bruder aus unerfindlichen Gründen, dass ich Anspruch auf seinen Thron erheben würde, und führte sein Heer gegen mich ins Feld. Aber das spielt im Grunde keine Rolle, ich hatte ohnehin vor, ein bestimmtes Ritual zu versuchen, und jetzt... Ich bin in einer anderen Welt!? Nicht in meinem Körper, sondern in dem eines jungen Mannes! Und was soll das heißen – die Gabe des Heilers ist in dieser Welt nicht einmal den Dreck unterm Fingernagel wert? Offenbar, dass die hier nicht wissen, wie man mit Macht umgeht.