Internship at the Cemetery

The famous witch across the whole kingdom had a very unfortunate accident— a wardrobe fell on her. Conveniently, my body flew into her still warm corpse: I had fallen from the tarzan swing in my own world. Now, instead of a genius potion-maker, the magical world has a no less genius cook. I’m afraid that now my most exquisite dish will be a zombie—baked until golden brown. A very bad witch. A very clueless “incarnated” girl. A very (appetizing) tempting student. A very brave shovel that breaks the last one’s nose. So much black humor from Motya.