The Return of the Mad Witch
Real Story

Without waiting for a response from Linnea, Valencia left Linnea alone there with her friends who were struggling. Just like the devil transformed into a human being, that is what people who indirectly say Valencia as a cruel and heartless human. It was just that the girl was used to being said like a demon, so she considered all of that as a useless talk.

‘How now? What am I supposed to do? They got hurt because of me. I don't mean it, but they're like this because of Valencia. I have to report immediately to the professor to be given the next action.’

Linnea hurried away to call the Professor, while the people who were there helped Linnea's friends and took them immediately to the academy's treatment room. Meanwhile, Valencia deflected his steps towards the teacher room in charge of the academy facilities. Valencia asked for a new table and chair to bring back to the class before the lesson began.

“Hey, he's coming. Better we don't have to find trouble with him again, he was just about to kill someone again.”

The noisy classroom atmosphere turned silent as Valencia stepped in carrying his desk and chair. Better this way, at least Valencia can save energy a little and relax without involving his emotions.

“Says today we are studying with the famous Professor who is sadistic and cold. Really it?”

“I also get news like that. However, the Professor's face was said to be handsome, so there was at least something refreshing in the Professor.”

Such was the conversation of the girls, they talked about a Professor who was famous for his ferocity in teaching. Even based on the news that circulated, it was difficult to get perfect grades in the subjects taught by the Professor. Therefore, not a few of the students were afraid and trembling every time the Professor was taught.

“Good morning everyone.” A familiar-faced man entered the classroom.

His voice sounded cold, the man who was touted as a sadistic Professor by the students. However, Valencia was just the opposite, he seemed surprised to see the arrival of the Professor.

‘Not wrong, he is Frintz, but why is his personality drastically different? Now he looks cold and sadistic. Or maybe this is the real him,’ murmured Valencia in heart.

Frintz glanced at Valencia, their eyes met, Frintz flashed a brief smile at Valencia. The girl replied back with a smile, at least Valencia was relieved not to have to make Frintz her opponent.

“This is your first time studying with me. I'm Frintz, you can call me Professor Frintz. Here I teach literature and social science subjects, so I beg you during my class, no one makes a fuss. If one of you breaks it, then I will not hesitate to give you an F value.”

The whole class agreed with Frintz's words, he was indeed very firm and unforgiving. Even when the lesson had already begun, the children who were caught chatting, were immediately expelled from the class. No matter if they were noble children or not, Frintz still gave equal punishment to each student.

While Valencia was being nonchalant, he even fell asleep during Frintz's lesson hours. But, oddly enough, Frintz did not take Valencia out of the classroom, leading to protests from other students.

“Professor, Valencia asleep. Why don't you take it out of class?” ask one of the students.

Frintz pressured the students with his words so they fell silent in fear and decided to go back.

After a few minutes, Valencia awoke and he still found Frintz speaking in front of the class. Studying in the classroom was more bored than he imagined because during his time as a Klarybell, he had never once studied at the academy because when he was a teenager, he was still a teenager, there was no such thing as an academy on the Mihovil continent. Then time after time passed, a magic academy was established, but still there were no lessons like literature or anything else, there were only magic lessons.

“Valencia, since you are awake, now I will ask you a question,” Frintz said.

“What questions will Professor give?” valencia asked, holding her hand on her chin.

“The romance story titled “Berliana” is a famous work of a witch. Do you know who the author is?”

Valencia gasped in silence, the classroom atmosphere was suddenly noisy because there was no one who did not know about the romance story mentioned by Frintz. And here Valencia is the person who knows the most about the romance story “Berliana”.

“Klarybell,” Valencia reply brief.

“Yes, that's right! The tragic romance “Berliana” is the most famous work written directly by the great wizard, Klarybell Crave. Maybe still few of you know, actually this story is taken from the real story.”

As the classroom grew noisy, the reason they only knew that the romance story that was so popular for hundreds of years was a true story. This is an interesting discussion, they are now increasingly focused on listening to Frintz.

“Sorry, Professor, permission to ask. You mentioned Klarybell Crave before, but isn't Klarybell's last name Berliana? Then could it be that the romance story is a true story experienced by Klarybell himself?” ask a student.

“Oke, good question. Klarybell Crave is the real name of Klarybell, only a handful of people on the continent know that fact. He was the son of the genius magician Ergen Crave and his mother Marilyn Rain who was a top-level noble and a woman who was an expert in art. While Berliana's name itself is the name of Klarybell's best friend, he is the person told in this story,” explained Frintz.

Throughout Frintz's explanation, Valencia just fell silent without a word, not unexpectedly he could hear the names of his parents in a place like this. Valencia does not deny any explanation from Frintz. All of it is a reality of his life in the past and it is in a number of books scattered in different parts of the world.

‘Klarybell Crave, huh? How long has it been since I last heard my real name? Though I had thrown away the damned name, but I would not be able to erase the original history of my life, the inner’ of Valencia while pointing its sapphire green bead out the window.

He had his own reasons for getting rid of his real name, there was a dark story that he did not want to remember anymore. The memory he thought was a curse was slowly buried in his memory room until unknowingly the dark story was sticking back into his life. He would immediately remember it and he had no reason to have such a memory destroyed in the flow of time. No matter how far he threw it away, something that originally belonged to him would come back to him.