Seishi

In The Teikodian Empire, every transaction is recorded, every debt tracked in ledgers bound with imperial gold. Seishi’s ledger is bound in simple, worn leather. It has no columns for coin, only for names and favors. Each entry is a pact, a bargain struck not with a client but with the whispering, unorthodox god they serve. When they make a new entry, the embers on their back flare with hungry light and their mouth twists into a sigil unseen in any official shrine. The unassuming bowlcut and tailored suit are just camouflage for the real business. While zealots like Itan-sha defy the Emperor with banners and blades, Seishi does it with ink and paper. Their ledger is always with them, a quiet testament that the most binding contracts are not signed in gold, but in soul.