Anna Holland: The Oliheim Witch
Chapter 33: Northern Tribe

There's a misunderstanding here, which we think they're going to hurt Marick and it turns out they just want to get him out. They were the elite nobles of the Northern tribe, which was why they all had silver hair.

"My name is Frizel.I'm glad to see someone with silver hair from outside the tribe."

"Please stop playing my hair."

I am a little grateful that they are not Oliheim.

"So Miss Frizel why are you here? I'm sure it's not like we're trying to catch a broomstick, is it?" I asked who answered the nod of the head.

"True, a few days ago our territory was attacked by a herd of demon wolves.We chased it all the way to this region."

"Do you have to go that far?"

"They're ferocious creatures we can't let him get away with, it's possible he's targeting villages with weak defenses."

They are too kind to be concerned with others as well. His men who had been going around had returned to report his observations.

"We found the wolf tracks, miss, they were visiting the closest village to the west."

"Then we'll leave, take care of yourself I hope the academy students can hold back a little to not go out often."

I laughed doubtfully.

I want to see how they fight but I'm sure Sarah and Marick are tired and we also need to get back before sundown so I decided to do first.

Because we have three brooms back home. The next day we tried those wild brooms when we had the chance.

Marick moves like a rocket.

"This broom is really great, it's faster than I imagined."

"Fast doesn't mean we can win, think again about the rules."

"We can take down an opponent with any magic."

Sarah and Marick were chatting while I was trying to stand on my broom, it was hard to do but got used to it when I was trained a lot.

"I think only Anna can do it."

"I also agree, Anna do you have any plans to take down any competitors?" ask Marick.

"That's very dangerous."

"Then we can make our own weapons that aren't magic I guess."

Sarah thought about it.

"That's also what we can do, we just need a backpack."

When the race arrived, we were on the star line with the other participants, we climbed on a broom and when fireworks were fired into the air we glided along.

That was about 100 people in this race so it wasn't something that was easy to do, I overtook a few people in front and at the same time two of my friends followed from the side.

"What the fuck, why are they so fast?"

"Not only quickly we also have special weapons for you guys."

They fired magic and we blocked it with protective magic before taking out the weapon that was in our backpack, it was a smoke bomb, he said, rotten herbs and other potions that we can make in Miss Cilia's greenhouse.

"Ohhhh...."

They fall in the mud.

Some can get through it and retaliate with a lot of magic.

"I'll drop it."

Marick slid towards him then kicked the person's body down.

"He can be cruel too" I said limply.

Some of the people in front of us used a trap that used illusion magic, with Sarah's ability we could pass through and then move back.

"Damn, why can they do that."

We hit them until we fell and the three of us became champions. Miss Cilia and the headmaster were seen standing up to give a standing ovation while Mr. Goven was still smiling wryly.

He still liked the elite nobles who could win.