I, Sigrid, a master necromancer of my generation, had my brilliant life cut short when I was ambushed right outside my own home.
But what I never expected was that I would be reincarnated as a skeleton?
At that moment, I swore I would make those who ambushed me pay.
Yet when the golden-haired Valkyrie lay dying in front of me, I hesitated.
"This girl... is actually pretty good-looking..."
"Hehe, Sigrid, things have come to this. Do you really think you can still get away?"
The golden-haired girl lay on her side in bed, wearing a faint smile.
Only then did Sigrid regret not killing her outright back then. Why, why, why?!
