Anna Holland: The Oliheim Witch
Chapter 07: Stories of the Past

"Cursed blood?" I repeated the statement and the old man in front of me continued to convince himself of it.

"Your wand was made from the fangs of a Hydra dragon from the interior of the forbidden forest, other than it is hard to come by no one can wear it except the blood of the damned."

"Can you tell me what cursed blood is? You keep saying it all the time."

"I'd better tell you about the history of this world back then, as everyone knows it was made to separate witches and normal people instead."

"I see."

"And among the four people who made it there was one who was crazy."

"I can understand what you're trying to say, you want to tell me that I'm a descendant of that lunatic."

Like just hit the jackpot the old man shouted.

"Truely, you must be his descendant."

"So why is the man called crazy..and then his name?"

"Merlim Ratmir, he's called crazy because he's the only person who makes various dark magic to kill people."

"Killing people, then he thought of killing normal people."

"Right, he thought of killing everyone and leaving only witches and thus witches didn't need to be here and live freely in the real world."

I thought about it for a moment.

"This world is not much different from the outside world, it is not the same as witches living here or there."

"That's true, but the reason is really just revenge, witch-hunts at that time were very cruel if you lived in that era, son, you would also be angry. By the way he also created monsters in this place, before his plan was done he had already been killed by the other founders."

So far I can only understand.

"Well, even if I say you're a descendant doesn't mean you were born to him because Marlim didn't marry anyone and only raised adopted children and they're the ones who serve as his means to achieve his goals."

"Just right, the stick and why you can use it is so clear, no one knows how many and whether they are still alive or not that obviously they are all called Oliheim, the reason why the academy was built was also to train witches became even better in case the Oliheims reappeared."

"It sounds hard, what if someone finds out that I'm descended from such an organization, they'll set me free."

"You might be killed."

I swallowed hearing it.

My life was quite difficult when I also had to experience the same thing in this world.

"Your wand gives you tremendous power but at the same time it's a killing device, you'd better throw it away."

"I think so too."

I stood up and walked to the corner of the window to open it and threw it as hard as I could.

The wand disappeared at the same time it went back into my pocket.

"See?"

"It's bad, do you intend to kill someone?"

"Of course not, I didn't fall all the way down."

"If so let's try to find a new wand for you, I haven't heard anyone can use two but it's worth a try."

The old man thrust one stick at me, when I touched it the whole window shattered, it exploded until my face was charred.

"It looks like your power is too great for an ordinary stick, I'll take a better one."

I wish I didn't have to replace the stick I broke.

I threw black smoke out of my mouth while thinking so.