"Hatt-"
Hattrem listened to Tong Hua's account and couldn't help nodding.
"Our family has fallen into decline-"
What Tong Hua had described was mostly correct. She was indeed the Wanda family's last red-haired Witch, as well as the final heir who had inherited the entire family's legacy.
Ever since the time of the author who had written that article a hundred years ago, the Wanda family had existed in name only.
After all, the magical legacy that formed the family's foundation had been broken for nearly a hundred years, and its sole inheritor had turned into Hattrem because of a Witch's curse-
"Then what do we do now? Our lead's gone cold. How are we supposed to keep writing our report?"
Mu Mu scratched his head and pinned all his hopes on Tong Hua. This sort of brainwork wasn't for him.
Tong Hua looked at the ancient book lying open on the table, then at Hattrem's slightly forlorn expression beside it, and suddenly had an idea.
"Anyway-
Let's have a battle first!"
"Hatt?"
A few minutes later, Tong Hua led everyone to a secluded clearing on the school grounds.
Mu Mu couldn't make heads or tails of Tong Hua's idea. Even when he tried hard to follow Tong Hua's train of thought, his efforts proved futile.
Still, he asked, "What exactly are you trying to do by having a battle first?"
Tong Hua smiled slightly and took a book out of the backpack he carried.
"Hattrem, come have a battle with me.
You use your magic, and I'll use this."
The book in Tong Hua's hand gleamed with an aged luster in the sunlight. It was the Leather Grimoire he had crafted himself, the very thing that had first attracted Hattrem and convinced her that Tong Hua was a Mage.