The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 1 The Witch of Cuixi Plain
After the war, the land was devastated.

The planet weeps, life wails, and civilization declines.

She collapsed at the grave of her last companion.

In deep space, the once blue planet that had given birth to many miracles has become lifeless.

"How are you?
"Civilization has gone astray, and this disaster has spared even the world."

I'm so sorry that I couldn't let you grow up safely in this vibrant land.

Fortunately, I still have enough power to send you, children with strong souls, away.

Go, Moran! Carry the glory of Blue Star civilization, and my final wishes, to a new world!

"Can I come back? Is there any way to save you?"

"This is for you. If one day you gain the power to save the world, it will guide you to find me in another timeline."

But remember, don't force yourself.

I used the power of the world to send you away, not so that you would toil for your homeland and waste your lives.

As long as civilization endures, so shall I live.

Sleep well, my child, and you will wake up to a new life!

……

Moran awoke from her nightmare.

The purple eyes reflected the old roof of the attic, like dazzling stars in the deep sky, mysterious and enchanting.

"I had this dream again!" she murmured, touching the sweat-soaked front of her clothes.

Having traversed the world of Valen for many years, her last memories of her previous life have become her nightmares.

When the end of the world truly arrives, humanity will have no Noah's Ark to take refuge in.

On the contrary, the devastated Blue Star, with its last strength, sent away those souls who could withstand world travel.

We don't even ask them to save the world; we only hope that they will travel far away carrying the memories of the planet and cherish the hard-won new life.

If she hadn't asked a single question, Lan Xing probably wouldn't have even told her how to save her.

In her previous life, she was an orphan with no relatives or friends. She struggled to survive in the wasteland but failed, and peacefully faced death. She had nothing to hold her back.

But the lifeless planet she saw at the end was deeply imprinted in her heart, and she could never forget it.

It shouldn't be like this.

It was human warfare that destroyed it!
"The power to save the world..."

Moran was very fortunate and grateful that the world of Valen had accepted her soul.

In the previous life on Earth, it was like a pipe dream for someone to have the ability to save the world.

But in Valen, a land of magic and wonder, it is not impossible.

Here, power returns to oneself, and all those whose strength surpasses the peak level can reach a place called the Well of the Sky.

The Well of the Sky connects to other dimensions, allowing the powerful of Valen to travel to other worlds and gain further advancement.

Although Moran is currently a young witch who can only learn about the magical world from the "Young Witches Book" and has not yet mastered any power.

But she firmly believes that one day she will gain enough power to reach the Well of the Sky and find her way back to Earth.

Today, her thirteenth birthday, marks the beginning of her journey into the magical world.

The acceptance letter from the Witch Academy will arrive on this day.

Moran had long coveted Shana's mother's magical abilities.

Unfortunately, for a young witch under the age of thirteen, rashly mobilizing the magical power in her bloodline would only damage her foundation.

But after today, everything will be different.

Thinking about this, she began to feel a sense of anticipation.

Moran got up, folded the floral quilt neatly, and piled it at the foot of the bed.

It was midsummer, and the sun had only been up for a short time when the coolness of the night had dissipated, leaving the air unbearably hot. The ice blocks that Shana's mother had frozen with her freezing magic in the bucket had long since melted, and only the water was still slightly cool.

It's hard to say whether she was awakened by a nightmare or by the heat.

Sweating and feeling sticky, she took off her nightgown, dipped a towel in some cool water from the bucket, and wiped herself down.

A warm breeze entered the room and blew on her slightly damp body, leaving a cool sensation.

Only her back and neck were covered with fluffy, messy curly hair, like a warm, fuzzy purple wool blanket.

She wet her hands, smoothed her purple hair a bit, and casually braided it into a plait.

She took the black hairband hanging from the headboard, tied her braids up, and let them hang casually in front of her chest. Then she wiped her chest and back.

I felt refreshed immediately.

She changed into a light dress and slipped on her slippers to go to the window.

I opened the window and a humid, hot breeze rushed in; it was another sunny day.

The sky over Cuixi Plain was as clear as ever.

In the distance, rivers crisscross, their waters crystal clear.

The thick meadows resembled an exquisite green carpet spread across the river.

By the river, Shana's mother was collecting gifts brought by nearby water birds, carrying a basket.

The goods were piled up on the grassy bank of the river, indicating a good harvest today.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed across the horizon and appeared before my eyes in an instant—a paper bird covered in golden ink patterns.

Those golden ink patterns were even more dazzling than the summer sun.

Moran had seen this scene countless times in the Little Witches series.

This is how the acceptance letters from the witch academy always end up in the hands of the little witches.

Moran reached out her hand, and the paper bird landed in her palm, transforming into a letter.

The books, fireworks, and gold pen marks on the envelope represent the witch, the master of the wilderness and the protector of the witch.

Witches are born from witches, but they are different from witches.

Not only do they possess magic power, which is even more advanced than magical power, but they also have unlimited growth potential and unique talent abilities.

The witch clan has only produced three witches to date.

But these three witches, single-handedly, fought against the many tribes of Valen and conquered the wilderness, thus securing its ownership.

The witches, scattered throughout the lands, now had their own territory.

The wilderness, protected by the witch, has become the fourth forbidden zone after Paradise Mountain, the Abyss, and Dragon Island.

"Miss Moran, you have been granted admission to the Witch Academy. The entrance ceremony will be held at 8:00 PM three days from now (June 13th)."

The admission notice mark will be automatically activated, taking you to the Witch Academy. Please be prepared.

All learning and living supplies during the school period are provided by the Witch Academy.

In addition, please make sure you wear your school robe properly when you go to the college.

Enclosed with this letter is a set of college uniform.

—Dean Amisha

After reading the letter, the letter paper melted into her palm, turning into an envelope mark.

Moran stroked the emblem, and the letter reappeared in her hand. When she put it back, it transformed into an envelope mark.

It was so magical that she couldn't help but repeatedly take it back and forth, having so much fun that she didn't even notice when Shana's mother returned.

Shana saw her daughter standing in front of the attic window, staring intently at her palm; the gesture looked strangely familiar.

Wasn't it the same when she received her college admission notice?
He then asked, "Little Moran! Has your college acceptance letter arrived?"

(End of this chapter)