I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Well, according to Claire's guess, Beren is most likely a witch.

But I haven't seen it, so the specific situation is still unclear.

If you want to find someone, what method should you use?

Detectives would say that through traceology, they could find some clues and then deduce the person's location.

In fact, magic is a more convenient thing. It only takes a strand of hair to complete the positioning - provided that the opponent does not use anti-detection magic.

The strong ones don’t have so many fancy methods. They just need to find the place where she has been and use mental deduction directly.

The Baron pointed out that the girl named Beren had once cursed the entire town in the town square.

Well, he still remembered that it was drizzling, and the raindrops fell sparsely on the girl's face. There were only a few people standing in the huge square.

The girl's face was full of resentment.

The people below looked at it numbly, then opened their umbrellas and walked away.

Then the girl disappeared - that was all in the past.

The reason why the baron remembered her was because the girl was extremely beautiful. He even chased her to take a look, but found that the woman had some mental problems, so he gave up his evil thoughts.

"This is where she was standing before." The baron said, pointing to the place in front of the fountain.

The rain had washed it away, and several days had passed, leaving no trace. Even the best detectives couldn't figure it out.

But Claire was different.

Claire didn't know anything about astrology. In her opinion, it was mostly a scam.

Well, that might be a bad thing to say.

In fact, some magicians' spiritual perception is extraordinary and difficult to explain using existing magic systems. Claire only has one trick for this kind of trace.

“Show yourself!” she chanted, pouring magic into her eyes, weaving runes to strengthen and amplify her senses.

Her visual ability was instantly enhanced. Rather than using her naked eyes to discover things, she relied more on her spirit to detect tiny details.

Claire's vision became unusually clear, and the surrounding scenery seemed to have been stripped of its superficial disguise, revealing its true traces and aura.

She looked around carefully and soon discovered the similarities between the girl's imprint on the armor and the footprints under the fountain next to it.

That tiny trace, even smaller than a molecule, was clearly visible in her enhanced vision.

"Outside of town."

Just outside the town, along the winding road.

Passing the edge of town, they entered a dense forest.

Moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Claire's senses remained highly alert as she scanned her surroundings.

Soon, they passed through the woods and suddenly saw a clearing filled with weeds and grass. In the center of the clearing was a flower field filled with various flowers, which was obviously newly opened.

"It looks like this flower field has just been opened up." Arya observed it and pointed at the flower field.

There is a small wooden house in front of the flower field. The ground in front of the house has been carefully cleaned, while the area next to it is still overgrown with weeds, obviously not yet thoroughly taken care of.

There was absolutely no intention to cover it up, and perhaps the girl named Beren didn't know how to remove the traces.

"No one." Sheila said.

"This way," Claire called to Alya and Sheila, and the three of them cautiously walked towards the cabin. They pushed open the wooden door, which creaked slightly. The air inside was slightly stale, but not stuffy.

The interior of the cabin is simple and clean, with almost no extra furniture, just a few wooden chairs and a simple wooden table.

"Almost there. I can feel her around here." Claire closed her eyes and focused her attention on her ears.

A gentle breeze blew through the girl's skirt, and the girl could hear the sound of gently stepping on the soil.

After a while, a blue-haired girl came out from the forest path carrying a bamboo basket full of mushrooms.

She has long pale blue hair and expressionless purple eyes. She wears a black and white dress with a blue ribbon tied at the collar.

The bamboo basket in her hand is decorated with flowers.

Seeing Claire coming over, the three girls stopped in front of the cabin and became a little wary.

"who are you?"

Perhaps because she thought that the other party was three girls, she relaxed a little.

Well, with blonde hair, red eyes, and a little skirt, Claire does look harmless.

Raziel also looks gentle, except for Sheila who is holding a spear and looks a bit fierce.

Well, Beren was born into a village family after all, and had never seen a magician. She had only heard of the existence of magicians from the villagers.

But according to the image in storybooks, don’t wizards all wear pointed hats, hold wands, and carry magicians?

"We are magicians~"

"Nonsense, that's not how magicians work."

Claire smiled and said, "You are also a magician, and a magician among magicians, a witch."

Unexpectedly, Beren nodded, "Yes. Of course I am also a magician."

"Oh, so what's your magic?"

Claire's words held a trap. In reality, the use of magic relied on incantations, mental strength, and magical power; all three were essential.

A spell is a suggestion that acts on the mind; at the same time, most spells also construct magical runes within the mind.

But Beren obviously didn't understand the principle behind it. She didn't have any magic power at all, but she said frankly that she could use magic.

"My magic is to give inanimate objects their own will. Isn't it magical?"

After saying that, Beren lightly touched the flowers in his hand with his fingers. The flowers, which had shriveled due to loss of water, suddenly stretched out and jumped into Arya's arms as if they had life.

"Wow, what a cute child. Like a flower fairy!"

"It's amazing, isn't it? I call it the magic of miracles. It makes the impossible possible. But the probability of it happening is very low. You're lucky today."

Beren was also very surprised, but then his face darkened again, and his expressionless purple eyes showed visibly unhappiness.

"My first friend... Ajiluerfu. He was originally a suit of armor that I found on the battlefield."

"It became a moving suit of armor, you know? There's no one inside it. It's a non-existent thing. Well, I can't quite explain it."

“It’s my best friend.”

The girl's eyes were filled with hatred.

"It's a pity that it was killed by the bad guys!"

"Oh? Then perhaps some of the deaths in this town were caused by you?"

"certainly not!"

"I actually just cursed them and changed their luck. I didn't do anything to the extent of causing them to get hurt or lose their lives."