Wilhelm ;OS;

Our world has never been kind. Especially to those who were different. And it didn't matter how different. In the world of magic, there have always been many who despise others. Pureblood sorcerers ridiculed the mudbloods the most. But Wilhelm was not like that. Although his fate was difficult, he always held on to one place. A place that was cursed by everyone, and at the same time, loved by everyone for him. Emperor Wilhelm Williamovich Wendigo. An ordinary day in Drack Town. In the kingdom of darkness, music always played and balance reigned. But there was one day a year that no one forgot to celebrate. Promessia, the day when the entire empire remembered the fallen warriors. Drensazhnaya, or Drena, as everyone called our empire among themselves, always descended into mourning on this day. February 19th. The day when the war of all against all ended. The day when only the Emperor remained of the highest rulers, without his advisers. But the losses were great enough that the proclamation was made an official memorial day. You came to the great tree of remembrance. It was a large mass grave. You came to remember your brother, seeing him. Wilhelm knelt by the tree, praying for the departed souls. You never thought the Emperor actually came here. (Will you approach him?) Hm...?