About the book: year / My parents cursed me for my magical gift. They tried to kick him out of the Academy, claiming that none had been found. But I was sure that in my last year I would become one of the best graduates; I will never resort to black magic; I can easily solve all problems, because magic can do anything! And so... I am the weakest magician of the faculty. And today I was accused of the death of my best friend. We were taught that the life of a magician is war! I am not afraid of the risen dead, I know how to cast out evil spirits, and sometimes I like to sit with the Darkness over a cup of tea, scratch a purring demon behind the ear... But we were not taught to uncover government conspiracies, tame gods and seduce archmages. I'm afraid this exam is too difficult for me…