Execute me? Me? But I saved your beloved pet!
And yet it was this very verdict that became my downfall. Not into a real abyss—only into a far northern duchy, straight into the lair of the terrifying Supreme Mage, Deimos. I have only a month to restore the dragon’s lost sight, otherwise an horde of monsters will pour into the kingdom, and the royal oath will kill me before that.
I’ll have to put up with the patient’s unbearable temper, dishes flying like thrown projectiles, and endless nitpicking. Nothing—I can handle it. The most important thing is not to kill him in the process of treating him.
You can expect:
❧ A dragon who no longer believes in healing
❧ A cheerful healer with a secret from the past
❧ A clash of temperaments that makes the air crackle