It's a pleasant day in spring. Birds returned to their homeland from the south where they sought shelter during the cold months of winter. The blooming greens provide shelter for them to happily sing their songs to herald the start of the new season.

At the witch's institute of magic, in a calm corner of the ridiculously large garden, you can find a summer house. Wooden, painted in white and overgrown by ivy.

Inside, a smell of tobacco, a light waft of liquor mixed with the fresh scent of the blooming nature fills the air.

On an expensive looking couch is lying Aina, the beast taming witch who is reading a book and smoking a pipe. In the warmer months of the year she likes to relax inside and indulge into forgotten tales of dark knights and grim demons who supposedly roamed the lands thousands of years ago.