Just yesterday I thought that the biggest trouble in my life had already happened. I caught my fiance in bed with my best friend! But I was not going to waste time and energy on revenge and empty squabbles, but instead moved to a quiet provincial town, to a house that I inherited from my deceased aunt. And who would have thought that a famous inquisitor, a famous hunter of apostate witches, would live next to me. And I, by the way, am also a witch. And the very next day after moving, she was forced to hastily flee both from her neighbor and from representatives of the witch watchdog. And all the newspapers in the kingdom came out with my picture on the front page and a laconic call: “Catch the witch!” But first things first...