He was a golden dragon. He was a Soul Eater. He was the most powerful mage of all who ever existed. He destroyed the dragon world. People feared and hated him—they wanted to kill him but couldn’t. His beloved did. His true pair. His soul fell into eternal sleep, and from his body there remained only a golden heart.
I’m already grown. Today I stole money from a Dark mage. Along with the money, a piece of gold in the shape of a heart fell on me as well. Wealth itself goes into your hands—true, in addition to that, an enraged mage is chasing me, and a phantom dead dragon is pursuing me too.
No problem! Life is wonderful—the main thing is that no one finds out I’m a necromancer. Mmmmmm, what a big suitcase!