The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 164 Teleportation or Broom?

Magic that is generally only developed by living witches or brought back from other worlds is not included in the "Witch Magic Catalog".

“No,” Amisha said. “That’s a special magic of the academy’s demiplane, a spatial portal opened using the laws of dimensional space.”

Only the three witches who are the masters of the demiplane, the guardian deans of the academy, and my original body can use it.

Moran thought to herself, "No wonder Amisha in the black robe always rides a broom to class! She probably doesn't have permission to use the academy's dimensional portal!"
The person before me was also wearing a black robe, but the robe had a distinct magical aura, indicating it was a magic robe. He also wore magic rings on all ten fingers. Could this be the Dean's true form?

Moran observed the woman, Amisha, with curiosity.

She seemed to be no different from her clone, except that she was equipped with more luxurious gear.

"How about it? Want to try teleportation? This time it's teleportation within a plane, the distance is short, it won't be as messy as when you entered school, you'll be there in the blink of an eye," Amisha asked.

Moran shook her head and said without hesitation, "I want to ride a broom!"

She's already sat in the academy's spatial portal, but she hasn't sat in the broom yet!
However: "Can a broom carry people?"

“Of course!” Amisha touched the ring on her left pinky finger, and a golden broom appeared in her hand. The next second, she took it back: “Not this one!”

She touched the ring on her right ring finger again, and then a... it must be a broom!

Moran thought uncertainly.

The broom handle is particularly thick and fluffy, and the tail is bushy like a fox's tail.

She couldn't think of any weed that could produce brooms that could achieve this effect.

This one only appeared for a second; it seems Ms. Amisa picked up the wrong one again.

Moran strongly suspected that Ms. Amisa was showing off her broom to her. Otherwise, why would a golden broom, a fluffy broom, a broom with a small table on the handle, a broom that looked like a rocket launcher... all flash by in a flash, and she had touched all the rings on her ten fingers before finally finding the right one?

"So it was in this ring! Brooms can't be kept in the same space. I don't use this broom often, and I forgot which ring I put it in!" Amisha said, holding up a large broom.

This broom is similar to the basic brooms that Moran saw riding with Ms. Amisha and the senior students, and even a bit simpler, with no extra modifications to the broom handle and head.

It's just a size larger than a regular broom, with a longer handle and a bigger head.

The giant broom floated up beside Ms. Amisha, who straddled it and patted her back: "Get on!"

The broom handle is long, leaving plenty of space behind it.

Moran was a little nervous; she still didn't know the underlying principles of riding a broom.

A handful of grass, when made into a broom, can be ridden by the witch and fly.

Why grass? Why a broom? Why only a witch? This is also an unsolved mystery of witches.

She felt uneasy because she didn't understand the principle behind it, but with the dean leading the way, she thought nothing would go wrong.

With that thought in mind, Moran steeled himself and straddled the top: "Eh?"

The sensation under her buttocks was completely different from what she had imagined.

She originally thought that a broom handle was just a stick and that it would be uncomfortable to sit on.

It's fortunate that the witch has the talent to fly on a broomstick; if it were a human man, riding it would probably be like torture.

But it wasn't like that at all! It felt like she was sitting on a soft cushion, with support for her back, and something supporting her waist.

It was as if, just as she sat down, a soft, backless chair suddenly appeared, supporting her and even fastening her seatbelt. "How about it? Don't let its unassuming appearance fool you, this broom can carry three people! It's extremely comfortable and easy to operate, but it's a bit slow—the slowest of all the brooms in my collection."

Amisha asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready—ah!"

Before Moran could finish speaking, the broom shot into the sky like an arrow.

Her hands were empty; she couldn't grab the broom handle!

My heart was in my throat.

The wind whistled and slapped against her face, causing her upper body to lean back.

Amisha only remembered that she had forgotten to turn on the windshield when she heard the screams behind her. She touched a small tornado pattern on the broom handle and adjusted it to light blue.

The next moment, Moran felt the wind subside.

The speed was still the same, the gale turned into a gentle breeze, and she was able to straighten her body again.

"Hahaha! Isn't that great! It's your first time in space, so you have to be decisive!" Ms. Amisha's laughter rang out.

Moran: "..."

Is this what the dean meant by being a little lacking in speed?
If the slowest one is this fast, how fast must the fastest one be?

She felt that the speed was at least 100 miles per hour, and it was an instantaneous acceleration of 100 miles per hour!

If she hadn't been secured to this cushion, she would have definitely rolled off the broom.

Although the wind has died down, the speed hasn't decreased at all.

In just a short while, they had flown over the breadfruit grove!

After the initial, unexpected acceleration, Moran began to enjoy the thrill of flying.

She imagined riding a broomstick as something where you had to grip the broom handle tightly with both hands to control the direction, face strong winds and heavy rain, and have only a stick under your bottom that was uncomfortable.

Riding a broom in reality: It's soft under your bottom, has a seatbelt and backrest, just like sitting on a soft sofa. You can also free your hands and do whatever you want. It also keeps you out of the wind and rain.

This made her look forward to her flight class next semester.

However, all expectations came to an end with one question: "Dean! Is it easy to make such a comfortable broom to ride?"

“Easy! Only a high-level alchemist could make it,” Amisha said. “The key is that the runes for constant speed flight, magic control, and passenger transport need to be more advanced.”

At this moment, Moran still held a sliver of hope: "What do the flying brooms taught at the academy look like when they're actually made?"

“There are no runes at all,” Amisha said. “It’s just that you can ride it and fly.”

Moran: "..."

It seems she wasn't wrong before, except that Ms. Amisha's flying broom had already been modified.

Advanced alchemical magic? It seems she's still a long way from riding such a comfortable broom.

"We're here!" The broom slowed down and landed on the largest open-air training ground.

The training ground was covered with sand and yellow soil, as well as some large and small pits, some of which were dark and some even contained water.