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Several more days had passed, and after the hottest time in Saint Nali was over, a continuous rain began to fall. The rain came down, but the annoying humidity lingered, like a nightmare entwined around the head of every Nali person, and it also made those enterprises selling cooling magic fabulously wealthy.

Fortunately, the weather on the opening day of the autumn semester was quite nice. Early in the morning, Fisher had changed into his suit and packed his speech into his pocket, ready to depart for the Royal College to deliver the opening address. From tomorrow on, all schools in Saint Nali would begin their lessons.

Sitting on the tram heading to the Royal College, Fisher’s thoughts drifted back to the Witch Research Association case a few days ago. He was particularly concerned about the information divulged by the informant.

Since Renie was not the "Undead Witch" he was looking for, could it be possible that the witch who had escaped from the Witch Research Association was the one prophesied to inscribe humanity’s epitaph? Fisher could not be certain, but now that he had a clue about the Doomsday Prophecy, he decided to pay more attention.

With Fisher’s assistance, they had basically confirmed that the murder case was the doing of the Witch Research Association. Fisher surmised that the Undead Witch must have fled to Nali, and the Witch Research Association’s people were sent to bring back the escaped witch, likely still not having found her.

Fisher wanted to find this witch before the Witch Research Association did, which might require a little help from an "old friend."

His thoughts paused there because the tram station nearest the Royal College had arrived. Fisher greeted the passengers next to him and squeezed out of the crowded station, with many students alighting with him.

The Royal College now had regained its liveliness and was no longer the quiet place it used to be, except for a few researchers who looked dazed and had nothing else. Many young students, just like those from Saint Nali University, gathered at the school’s entrance, huddling in groups, horsing around and chatting with one another, because today was the opening ceremony of the autumn term, so they were all dressed in uniform black formal attire.

Elegantly dressed in his Nali suit and holding his Handcane, Fisher hurriedly approached the opening ceremony site of the Royal College, bypassing many professors and researchers who were sizing him up, and walked directly to the front of the venue. There, Helson and Damian, also dressed in black ceremonial robes, were sitting in the frontmost positions.

There were also several other college deans present. Of the six deans in attendance, aside from Helson who was spared from Fisher’s graduation insults, the rest had received their fair share of criticism. They treated this bright new star of the academic world with courteous smiles that hardly reached their eyes, a perfect example of surface-level etiquette.