Anna Holland: The Oliheim Witch
Chapter 40: Return to the World of Magic

Marick is reliable at times.

I turned to watch the hunters who kept fighting, some were dead and only by counting fingers could I count how many were still alive.

James lost one hand while the other was still firmly holding a knife, a wolf leaped at him and only one of the stabs tore his neck to death, on the other hand the bob-haired lady had done her duty with the vampire head in her hands.

They could be called extremely brutal in fighting but because of that too they could defend this world.

With this I think we can go home.

James and I shook hands.

"Thank you for the help, with this I don't think they're there anymore."

The bob-haired woman hit him on the shoulder.

"It's not over yet, don't let your guard down."

"He was very alert."

I can understand that, the magic world is still there and as long as the Oliheim are still left there the vampires and the wolves are not completely gone.

We boarded the train and returned to the academy as scheduled, upon arriving there the first person I met was certainly Miss Cilia.

"Anna I hope you haven't forgotten your promise, have you?"

"Of course, where might I forget. Look at this."

I confidently showed a sunflower to Miss Cilia.

"So this is called sunflower."

"True, this flower really likes sunlight."

"Then let's plant them."

This flower is just an example, I have prepared seeds that we can plant, it does not take long, in an instant the greenhouse has a new garden filled with sunflowers.

"It's so beautiful"

"I'm not lying, then I want to take a break now. The holidays are also sometimes troublesome."

"Did anything happen in the normal world?"

"Nothing special."

I will obviously not say anything about what happened to him, which is clear the threat of the cursed blood escaping to the normal world has been completely resolved, now there is only one problem that must be taken care of.

It's about the map and who am I?

Imagining myself is Merlim Ratmir making my stomach nauseous.

While Sarah was fast asleep I went back to check the pieces of the hand I had hidden. This hand belongs to the headless woman who sent me to this academy.

When I examined it more thoroughly the hand moved.

This is a little surprising.

"Is he here?"

I came out of the academy, just as I was feeling, in the garden precisely on the long chair of the figure I was referring to was sitting on it.

He glanced at me even though I was sure he didn't have a head.

"I think it's yours" I said.

I thrust out my hand and he opened the tube and took the piece, I don't know how he did it that clearly, the hand was fused back together.

"Until we find your head I don't think I'll know what you're thinking."

He wrote something on paper with a pen.

(Thank you very much)

"It's not a problem, I don't know who you are but it's like I can't let you, did we know each other before?"

(I don't want to say it, but there's one important thing to say)

"What's that?" reply brief.

(Beware of the principal)

When he wrote it down there was a movement behind me but it was just a cat, as I turned back to see the figure of the headless woman was gone.

Careful then? The word he said to me was a warning.