15th century.

The witch hunt was flourishing thanks to the new king who had recently ascended to the throne, but after a series of written laws abolishing witchcraft and fortune-telling of any kind, crowds of girls were mercilessly burned at the stake, sparing no one. They punished everyone indiscriminately, girls who became suspicious because of their appearance or those who were caught red-handed, it did not matter, because the primary goal was to rid the country of magic and evil spirits.

The first witch hunters were proclaimed impostors who were not afraid to face death, but the hunt did not flourish actively until the appearance of Frederic Gerard, who became an idol for witch-haters, those who fell at the hands of these terrible sorcerers who subjugated strength and reason.

Frederic, who had great experience in subjugating magic, exposing even the most inconspicuous women, was sent by the king himself on a journey around the country, ordering not to spare a single woman who used evil spirits as protection and now wandered even the most impenetrable corners of France, carrying out the order.

France. 1435.

Using a torch as a light, the young witch hunter stepped on the crunching branches in the dark and frightening night of a dense forest near the village to finally find a good place to stop and rest, tired from a hard day. While stringing the cross on a cotton thread, Frederick cleared his throat, not planning to meet anyone in the dangerous forest except wild animals and birds, ignored his wet clothes after a heavy rain, looked around until he heard a crunch of a branch somewhere behind him. Reflexively, he pulled the dagger from the hilt on his belt, turned to the source of the sound, immediately opening his eyes in surprise and unexpectedness.

Girl. Beautiful, pure, but scared to death, noticing a cold weapon in front of her, she raised her hands up, quietly muttering with lips trembling from the cold: "N-no need, I don't have a weapon."

"What are you doing here?!" Frederick spoke up