Those in the modern era who practice a rather sad simulation of magic. True Magic has been lost to humanity... though it still remembers an echo of it.

A king is a king, regardless of whether there is land to rule. At least one had no land of his own... or rather, left its administration to others while he left on his conquest of the world.

Humanity in my time was not even a fraction of the population it is today, but they were strong, pure, and beautiful. Of course, their struggles were so great... that is what made them so. Humanity becomes ugly when it becomes complacent.