I’m going on an internship with a necromancer.
I think we could already end the story here and pity poor me. But!
As it turns out, he’s aristocratic, handsome, and absolutely insane. No, seriously—what else can you call a necromancer who abandons a career in the capital and goes into the wilderness to open a cheesery there? Rumors about him spread one more unbelievable thing than the next, but I’ll definitely get to the truth.
The only magical talent I have is the ability to mix alcohol and magic into lethal cocktails—but who said I couldn’t handle cheese, the necromancer, and the guild head’s secret assignment, who for some reason is glaring at my new boss and getting in his way?