To die on the way for milk? Easy. To rise again naked on a necromancer’s table in a parallel world? No problem. To receive, as a gift, a house, a sharp blade, and the title “Red Hunter”? Why, please.
My name is Riviell (ex-wife, ex-human), and my new job is to kill monsters before they’ve eaten the whole village.
The trouble is that my savior—a brooding mage with a nasty temper—turns out to be a werewolf. The second problem is that the local duke smiles a little too sweetly. And the third, the most terrifying one—narmys aren’t just creatures, they’re a cursed people, and it seems I’m fighting on the wrong side.
Attention: the author is not responsible for the readers’ sudden desire to pet fluffy necromancers.