To marry is not a misfortune… But what if there isn’t just one fiancé? Victoria has two suitors. True, one of them isn’t particularly happy about getting married, and the other simply doesn’t want to go back to the coffin… How do you choose the best of so many? And then the undead completely lose control, and the elves need help again… But how nice it would be sometimes just to sit on the terrace and drink tea with cherry jam. Still—if they ask very much, why not help? Only Zabnybed’s consequences are not his responsibility. Don’t believe me? Well, all right… But if anything, you’ve been warned honestly.