The Retired Necromancer: The Prank Worked!

First I drown in a bathtub, and then I wake up in a cemetery, where half-rotted skeletons smile at me. And, like the cherry on top, they take me to prison! Not just anyone, but the head chief interrogator with a fantastic z… charisma! Oh, and the most important thing I forgot: now I’m an old witch without teeth and with sagging skin—yet in my bag there’s a half-dead talking rat!

Now it’s definitely everything. So what should I choose? Give up youth and beauty or go to the stake? Hmm, maybe choose work for the master inspector? That way, I can combine the chance to get younger, freedom, and a romance in my retirement. If we manage to catch up to the love object, of course…