Yesterday I thought that the biggest trouble in my life had already happened. I found the groom in bed with my best friend! But I was not going to waste time and effort on revenge and empty showdowns, 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 glorified inquisitor, a famous renegade witch hunter, would live next to me. And I, by the way, am also a witch. And the very next day after the move, she was forced to hastily run away from both her neighbor and the representatives of the witches. And all the newspapers of the kingdom came out with my picture on the front page and a laconic appeal: "Catch the witch!" But about everything in order...