What could happen when you go to your new neighbor to return him a trinket you dropped in your house? At the very least, you have a great chance of getting tangled up in a case of high treason! Who knew that this guy is an agent of a secret chancellery and knows how to professionally bury his enemies. After all, he’s a necromancer. And even for me, he dug a pit.
But who said I won’t use it as a trench? From such cover it’s convenient to attack myself—both a tricky, sly, dangerous like a snake panic-stirrer, and the conspirators who decided to frame me. And my character is a powerful killing spell—one that will wreck all my enemies’ plans.
But why does my hatred for one necromancer grow more and more—like something else…?