Heh, the question of where I come from has finally been revealed, completely and entirely. All that’s left is to decide who I am: an elven princess, a yatugar’s maiden, or a senseless witch? Though, really, someone’s vampire face has no interest in my split personality—he wants to see me in only one way: dead. And something tells me it probably won’t work out for him, even though luck has clearly taken a break from me, depriving me of my favorite demon! But nothing—I’ll figure it out somehow, I swear on my beloved slippers! Moreover, it seems that very soon I’ll get the answer I need to the question of where exactly I sinned…