Anyone can hurt a witch — but leaving intact won’t work for everyone. That’s what they like to repeat in our academy. I didn’t leave intact either, even though the witch in me runs from the top of my head to my toes. Now they send me to the Academy of Wizards: apparently, a gift has suddenly awakened in me. But I intend to prove the opposite — there’s no magic in me, not even close. I’ll also find the person whose marital mark has shown up on my hand, and… no, I won’t kill them. First, I’ll teach them proper manners, then I’ll make them get rid of that junk, so I can finally return to my academy calmly.