Several more days had passed, and after the hottest time in Saint Nali was over, a continuous rain began to fall. The rain came down, but the annoying humidity lingered, like a nightmare entwined around the head of every Nali person, and it also made those enterprises selling cooling magic fabulously wealthy.
Fortunately, the weather on the opening day of the autumn semester was quite nice. Early in the morning, Fisher had changed into his suit and packed his speech into his pocket, ready to depart for the Royal College to deliver the opening address. From tomorrow on, all schools in Saint Nali would begin their lessons.
Sitting on the tram heading to the Royal College, Fisher's thoughts drifted back to the Witch Research Association case a few days ago. He was particularly concerned about the information divulged by the informant.
