The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 100 Surrounded
After Moran's eyes met, all four Amishas came over.

Before long, the number of people sitting at the large desk increased from two to six.

Moran knew both the one in the blue robe and the one in the purple robe; one taught second grade and the other taught third grade.

The remaining two...

“I teach fourth grade,” said the one in the green robe.

“I teach fifth grade,” said the one in the red robe.

Moran felt her hair stand on end as she was stared at by five identical-looking women named Amisa, who were dressed differently from each other.

It wasn't that the deans were deliberately trying to scare her; they were all genuinely kind and approachable. It was just that certain scenes from horror movies in Lanxing's memory started flashing uncontrollably through her mind and attacking her.

She strongly suspected that behind each of those hundreds of small doors was a Ms. Amisha.

Although she had suspected it before, she was still a little scared being so close to the Amishas.

"How's the workbook? How's it going? Number 101 said you've already finished part of it?" asked Amisha in the blue robe.

"Number 101 is..." Moran asked, puzzled.

Do the Amisha ladies have numbers?

“Number 101 is me,” said Amisha, who was wearing a black robe.

Blue-robed Amisha: "I am number 102!"

Purple-robed Amisha: "I am number 103!"

Green-robed Amisha: "I am number 104!"

Red-robed Amisha: "Number 105."

Moran: "..."

There really is!

"Then... who is the one who usually protects me?" Moran couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Number 69,” said Amisha in the black robe.

"It's the same as my dorm number!" Moran remembered the number. From now on, when she called the Invisible Dean, she could call him Dean No. 69!

"Because the Guardian Deans for students below the third year are assigned numbers based on your dormitories!" said Amisha in the green robe.

So this number was actually used repeatedly!

Moran looked at this Amisha, then at that Amisha, and they were exactly the same, even the curve of their smiles, their voices, and their facial expressions.

This is definitely a clone! A one-to-one copy, a clone that completely inherits the original's characteristics.

She took out the Book of Witches: "I've finished reading the second-grade workbook and made annotations, but how do I get the book out of the Book of Witches?"

The contents of the Book of Witches are invisible to everyone except the witch herself.

“Give us the permissions, and we’ll copy it down for you!” the Amishas said.

Moran did as the deans instructed, and in no time, he had copied out a pile of workbooks.

Moran and the deans discussed these workbooks for most of the day before they finally came to a clear understanding.

The feeling of having to feed five people is really not good.

She now felt quite at ease accepting the reward of 3 red gold coins.

“Alright! We’ve printed 30 copies, and we can give the second-graders a little surprise next Monday!” said Amisha in the blue robe.

“Moran, you need to work on the third-grade workbooks a little harder, especially the ones at the beginning. There are basically no theory classes in the fourth and fifth grades, so those workbooks are just for the little witches to study on their own. It’s okay if you’re a little slower!” said Amisha in the purple robe.

Amisha, in her red robe, had a different idea: "If we go any slower, the fifth graders will be graduating soon! I'm going to add a final exam for the fifth graders to directly motivate them to solidify their theoretical knowledge from these five years, so they won't make a fool of themselves after graduation!"

Amisha in the green robe: "Fourth graders are important too..." "Alright, alright! Stop rushing me! You all know what's going on at number 69, right? Moran will be watching closely!" Amisha in the black robe said.

Moran watched as Ms. Amisa was arguing fiercely, not daring to utter a sound.

Does this mean that Ms. Amisa is arguing with herself?
Sure enough, when there are too many people, conflicts are more likely to arise, even if it's just yourself.

As soon as the man in the black robe said she could go back, she stood up and ran away.

"Did she just go out through another door?"

"Seems to be!"

"The passages behind that door all lead to the west side of the castle, right?"

……

Moran left the lounge, found the path she had taken to get there, and started walking out.

How terrifying! Ladies Amisha!
"Hmm? When we came here, there didn't seem to be such a big uphill slope?"

As Moran walked, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Did we go to the wrong place?
Looking back, I realized I had already walked quite a distance.

"Never mind, either way leads to the castle, so they shouldn't be too far apart!"

Moran continued walking forward with her head down, passing through a long underground corridor and climbing a long staircase, until she finally saw a light that was different from the wall lamp.

"They're out...?" Moran looked at Crescent Lake, then at the massive cylindrical building below the mountain, and the glazed building next door that shimmered with an eerie glow in the setting sun. "Isn't that the magic training ground and laboratory?"

Turning around, I realized it was too late. She had come out down the stairs on the westernmost wall of the castle, and the west tower was still quite a distance away!
She was just a first-year witch who didn't even have a flying broom.

Ouch, her feet were already hurting before she even left.

"The Dean? Dean No. 69?"

"what?"

"Really no pick-up and drop-off service? I only came out because of the workbook!" Moran said with a bitter face.

"You've already been paid. Red gold coins aren't so easy to get!"

Moran: "Adding commuting costs makes it a separate price!"

"Hurry up! It'll get dark soon! It's good for your health to move around more when you're young!"

Moran: "..."

They walked back without complaint.

Next time, she'll definitely get the dean to come to her dorm to copy the workbook!

Her visit to the dean's lounge was equivalent to half a hike.

The deans could simply hop on their brooms and dash over to her dormitory.

She saw it all: on the roof of the lounge, there were three chimney-like passages through which one could see the sky!

Presumably, the deans wouldn't usually travel through those winding, maze-like underground passages.

Despite grumbling under her breath, she continued to diligently float the Book of Witches beside her as she walked, glancing at the workbook as she went.

As darkness fell and the streetlights became too dim, she cast a light spell on her wand to provide illumination.

We can go back a little later, and we can make do with fruit cake for dinner, but we can't waste the time on the road.

The workbooks for second graders have arrived, but the ones for third, fourth, and fifth graders are still waiting!
The Amisa ladies are also very anxious!

Of course, more importantly, she hasn't learned any new magic in a very long time, apart from the cooking magic she learned in class.

Amisha, number 69, shared the surveillance footage with numbers 103, 104, and 105: "Don't worry! They're watching where we're walking!"