What binds a girl without magic, a bloody killer and an ancient bone dragon? Who is safer to ride: a poisonous wyvern or a dead jaguar? What happens if you settle in the house of a dark sorcerer, whom the whole empire is looking for? It would be very stupid to look for answers to these questions, and even more stupid to fall in love with a maniac nicknamed Bloody Horror. My name is Leoria, and I managed to step on all this rake. But I'm not stupid at all! I just have purely necromantic luck.