It all started with my death—and ended with wings. I died and ended up in a transformed world. Here all creatures are divided into sensible beings and those without sound reason. And I got into the second category, which means very soon I’ll lose consciousness and become… No, never! I have a unique gift—a talking flower—and a strict but incredibly beautiful dark elf as one of my commanders. I’ll manage somehow. Especially since I’ve found an old loss, my fiancé—whom everyone somehow takes for pure evil, but he can’t be like that. Or can he?..