The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

"Miss Sylvia (Tessa/Evelyn/Dorella), you have been granted admission to the Witch Academy. The entrance ceremony will be held at 8:00 PM on July 10th, seven days from now."

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 {Clothing Card - College Robe}.

—Head of the Witch Academy

At the shore of Chunjian Lake, four little witches sat on the grass, reading their college admission notices over and over again.

They were all born on the same day, and they received their admission notices on the same day as well.

"Seven days until school starts..." Dorella said softly, her fingertips tracing the elegant handwriting on the paper. "It seems there are little witches this year whose birthdays are even later than ours!"

The annual entrance ceremony is held between June and August, with the specific date depending on the birthday of the last eligible young witch.

Sylvia's gaze fell on the end of the letter, and she frowned slightly: "Strange... this signature is not quite the same as the one described in the 'Young Witch Series'."

“Really?” Evelyn looked at the signature on her admission notice, her voice as slow and deliberate as ever: “Why isn’t the Dean’s name written here? It only says ‘Dean of the Witch Academy’?”

Tessa immediately held up her acceptance letter, looking it over from side to side: "Mine too!"

Dorella couldn't help but look up at Lilith, who was leisurely sipping tea not far away: "Mom! Do you know who the headmistress of the Witch Academy is?"

Lilith exchanged a glance with Moran, Vasita, and Sylph, then smiled and shook her head: "I'm not too sure. I only heard that Ms. Celia has stepped down, and we haven't received any information about who the new headmistress is."

"Okay..." Dorella looked away with some disappointment and returned her gaze to the letter in her hand.

Sylvia, however, rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at the signature. "I feel like... this handwriting looks familiar..." She paused, then added uncertainly, "It seems... a bit like Mom's handwriting?"

"Huh?" Evelyn looked at her own copy carefully after hearing this. "Now that you mention it, I also think... the way the writing style changes seems a bit like my mother's!"

Dorella and Tessa hurriedly looked at their college acceptance letters, and the more they looked, the more they felt that the curves and cursive writing style were indeed somewhat similar to their mother's everyday handwriting.

"It looks like Mom's handwriting!"

"Mine too!"

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

However, only the little witch herself can see the contents of the admission notice, so they cannot check each other's admission notices to verify the handwriting.

But all four of them felt that the notebook resembled their mother's, and there was only one headmistress at the Witch Academy, which was clearly impossible.

“It’s probably just my imagination,” Sylvia shook her head first, trying to dispel the strange thought. “Maybe all official documents use this neat handwriting, and they all look pretty much the same!”

“Hmm, it must be an illusion.” Evelyn nodded, her gaze sweeping over her mother, who was chatting and laughing quietly not far away, looking perfectly normal.

My mother has always been by my side, how could she possibly go and become the hospital director?
“But…” Dorella cupped her face in her hands, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Lilith: “Mom is so amazing, if only she could become the headmaster of the academy, or even just teach us magic to care for plants…”

Lilith, who had spent the last few years cramming on a vast amount of magic and knowledge related to plant cultivation for her daughter, but who actually wasn't particularly passionate about growing flowers and plants, picked up her teacup guiltily upon hearing this.

The four of them had indeed become the deans of the Witch Academy, but Sylvia was in charge of the planting-related courses. Sylvia looked at her mother and said, "If my mother were the dean, she could probably teach any subject!"

Over the years, while traveling, she has never seen anything that her mother couldn't do.

She took out a notebook filled with things she had encountered on her journey, things that her mother had even given her some basic introduction to, but which she hadn't been able to learn in depth because she was too young.

Tessa peeked over and asked, "The Study Checklist?"

Sylvia nodded: "It's something I want to learn after I start school."

The little witches were all looking forward to going to school, and upon hearing this, they all crowded around to look through the contents. Then they saw something that would stay with them for life:

"Arithmetic ★★★★★ (To make money in a shop, you need to be good at accounting. Hiring an accounting assistant isn't expensive, but training a magical pet that can do accounting is very difficult. Importance level: five stars. Must be learned after starting school)"

Alchemy Magic ★★★★★ (A 500-gem-coin animal hide can be made into armor or a cloak using alchemy magic; adventurers will fight over it for 10000 gem-coins. 20 times the profit! Five stars for importance. A must-learn skill after starting school. Only by earning enough money can you be as free as your mother!)

Cooking Magic ★★★★☆ (Mom's eatery is so popular! Those dishes aren't even in the card shop, and I love them so much. Unfortunately, the eatery only lasted a week, and I can't eat those dishes anymore. But Mom gave me her "Private Recipes" book, so once I learn cooking magic, I can learn to cook them myself. Maybe I can even open my own eatery and make money after graduation! The profit margin isn't as high as alchemy, so its importance is four stars.)
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"You have way too much!" Evelyn exclaimed in shock as she flipped through the entire book. "How many years would it take to learn all of this!"

“My mother said that we witches have a long lifespan and unlimited talent in all types of magic. If we want to learn something, as long as we are willing to spend the time, we can definitely learn it!” Sylvia was not worried at all about not being able to finish learning.

Upon hearing this, Vasita looked at Moran and said, "You, the Great Curly King, have raised a Little Curly King?"

Moran shook his head: "Sylvia and I are not the same."

My daughter's desire to learn is entirely driven by needs and interests, whereas back then, she harbored deep anxieties about Earth, which made her much more eager to learn.

The witches' thirteenth birthday was very important, and since it was also a long-awaited reunion, they naturally stayed up a little late.

As night deepened, the little witches all drifted off to sleep, while the few witches who had long since lost their need for sleep gathered together again.

Lilith waved her hand to open the teleportation portal, gesturing for Moran to enter: "You're the only one left."

Moran's figure disappeared into the teleportation channel.

The next moment, in the demiplane of the Witch Academy, the dean's clones in the dean's lounge beneath the academy castle looked at Moran, who had suddenly appeared.

These dean clones have eyes like Moran, hair like Vasita, skin like Sylph, and figures like Lilith, combining the physical characteristics of all four of them. They resemble each of them, yet are not like any one of them.

The dean's clones wore earrings of different colors: red, green, and black.

"You've finally arrived!" said the dean's clone, who was wearing a red earring.

"The new 'Training Plan' has been approved by the clan council, but the specific implementation still needs your approval..." A dean's clone wearing a green earring walked over.

The dean's clone, wearing a black earring, stuffed a handful of ordinary magic crystals into his mouth: "Come on! Let's get to work!"

Moran nodded and took out the Dean's Golden Cup to acknowledge it as his own.

A moment later, one by one, the Dean's avatars materialized, all wearing purple earrings, while her true body opened a teleportation portal and returned to the lakeside cottage. (End of Chapter)