Everything went like clockwork: the system worked without failures. I lived quietly, not counting the years, and did what I loved. And there was no end to my serene happiness until he appeared on the threshold! And not only is he an inquisitor, but now he’s also becoming a caring relative! Such relatives are definitely inappropriate for a witch. Especially the one who contains within herself the rarest Spark of a forbidden gift. Or maybe he already suspects me of something? Well, if so, then... let's get to know each other better, copy number thirteen.