The crown of the vice. Swan T.

Going to a magical competition instead of a fled sister, I did not think in which trap I voluntarily walk. The sorcerer’s competition is shrouded in gloomy secrets, the participants are weaving endless intrigues, trying to substitute competitors, and blood is chill from mysterious attacks. It is impossible to trust anyone, and even more so - feelings that suddenly flashed to the opponent.

I would like to escape, but it will not work. The game has begun.