The Witch Hunter System

Blackmoon Academy

”Where is she?! ”

City Lord Istana ’s thunderous roar shook the academy grounds and disturbed several ongoing classes from the very moment she arrived with an entourage of soldiers and battle witches.

”Lady Istana, ” Gwena greeted politely, having expected the City Lord ’s arrival.

She quickly guided the City Lord to the infirmary, where the crime scene was left untouched, lest the City Lord nitpick points of suspicions and wrongfully accuse the academy.

”What is this pungent stench? ”

Istana frowned before she even reached the first ward as an acidic smell permeated the infirmary ’s hallway.

”As you know, our students are still young and green, having not experienced the baptism of blood. Several students vomited upon witnessing the gruesome sight inside the first ward, ” Lady Gwena explained.

Lady Istana immediately frowned and stared at her. ”And you didn ’t bother getting people to clean it up? ”

”Out of consideration for the City Lord, no. We thought it was best not to do anything that would affect the City Lord ’s private investigation at the crime scene. ”

Istana nodded after hearing Lady Gwena ’s explanation and said, ”At least you ’re tactful. ”

Shortly after stepping over the puddles of vomit, Istana entered the first ward and laid eyes on the scene before the surrounding atmosphere became heavy as Lady Istana painfully closed her eyes.

”I ’m sorry for your loss, Lady Istana. ” Lady Gwena stated.

”… ”