"Do you know about the witch hunts?
They were a terrifying era erased completely from the history books.
Back then, people considered magic a heresy. In their frenzy, they hunted heretics, bound them to crosses, drove seventy-two rusty iron nails into their bodies, scalped them, and finally burned them alive to ashes."
"Mm, I know."
"Where did you read about it?"
"I was there, on the cross, betrayed to the Inquisition by a friend."
"...Haha, quit joking. If that's true, how did you survive?"
"Simple. I really am a witch."
The Inquisition receded, and the age of witches began.
The cross sneered. It had never seen a believer pursue the truth. It stood only upon the fear of ants' faith.
1. One-on-one romance, happy ending
2. Entirely fictional high-magic setting
3. Original magic system, anything goes
A disaster-bringing witch heroine x a man everyone hates
Premise: When people call you a witch, you'd better really be one.
