Barely had I received my divorce certificate and finally decided to live for myself, when I was plowed over by an electric scooter—straight into… another world! I came to in the body of a local beauty, right at my own wedding. It quickly became clear: the groom is a cowardly boar, and the future promises nothing but utter hopelessness.
But the celebration is interrupted (or maybe, on the contrary, saved?) by the local Necromancer: in payment of the town’s debt, he takes me to his castle. He’s sure he’s brought himself a delicate doe that will swoon at the mere touch of his grim aura. Not the one he picked! I have plenty of experience surviving alongside men with complicated temperaments. So let him hide his bedside monsters and prepare himself for a full-scale renovation. I’ll put this crypt in order—even if, along the way, I end up accidentally mastering a rarest-of-rare magic!