She doesn’t wear white shirts and leather pants. She can’t fight with swords or gallop on horseback. She doesn’t use foul language from other worlds—yet she speaks masterfully in “the great and mighty.” There are no demons, magicians, or elves in her family tree, so she has no magical power and no magical amulets—however, she can find a way out where none exists.
She’s not even seventeen, and she’s unfamiliar with moral torment about “to give or not to give someone the chance to hold her hand,” and her healthy cynicism leaves everyone around her bewildered. Her devoted friend is nothing like a monstrous horse—yet he can earn money out of thin air… She’s just a publishing house editor who, “by luck,” managed to sign a contract with suspicious people and become the Chosen One in a world utterly far from fantasy conventions. And her partner is a dachshund, ready to sell her homeland for boiled sausage. Together, they’ll have to save the world from the Dark Lord and punish the clever ones who sent them into gladiatorial fights without rules.