Heh, the question of my origin has finally been fully and completely answered. All that remains is to decide who I am: an elven princess, a Yatugar princess, or a quarrelsome sorceress? However, someone’s vampire face doesn’t care about my personality disorder, he only wants to see me in one form: dead. And something tells me that he is unlikely to succeed, even despite the fact that my luck has clearly rested, depriving me of my favorite demon! But it’s okay, I’ll figure it out somehow, I swear on my favorite slippers! Moreover, it seems that the question of where I sinned so much will very soon find the answer I need...