The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 26 Dean of the Academy
Moran, who was leading the way, was bumped into by Vasita and Sylph from behind and stumbled.

Vasita quickly grabbed her: "Moran, what's wrong?"

Moran pointed upwards: "Dean!"

“Dean? Isn’t the Dean…” Vasida looked up and saw that the person coming down from upstairs was none other than the Dean.

However, the dean was wearing a dark purple robe.

Amidst the little witches' bewildered expressions, Ms. Amisha offered her concern: "Good morning, little witches! To get to the West Tower, go up to the second floor, turn left, and just keep walking!"

"Thank you... Dean..."

Amisha, dressed in purple, headed down the right-hand corridor on the second floor and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Um, am I seeing things? Was it really Dean Amisa?" Vasita rubbed her eyes.

“You’re not seeing things, I saw it too.” Sylph rubbed her arms and moved closer to Moran. She suddenly felt that the brightly lit castle was somewhat eerie.

“We all saw it!” All the little witches trembled, huddled together, and chattered amongst themselves.

"Why are there two deans?"

"Could it be that the dean we met before went up to the third floor from somewhere else and then came down from here?"

"But one of them is wearing a blue robe and the other a purple robe, is it really necessary for them to change their clothes?"

"I've heard that some witches' robes can change their appearance at will..."

"But the headmaster in the blue robe already said good morning! Why did the headmaster in the purple robe say it again?"

"Perhaps the dean is just more polite?"

"Yes, yes! That must be it!"

"But we ran here. The stairs on the other side of the corridor are still a long way away. How fast would the dean have to go to make it around the whole way and still appear here before us?"

"Otherwise, how could she be the First Witch?"

"Yes!"

They found a barely plausible reason to smooth things over.

He then regained his composure and continued towards the west tower.

The West Tower has seven floors. They came from the corridor on the second floor, which is also the second floor of the West Tower, and they still had to climb the stairs.

After a long and difficult climb to the top floor, I finally found the classroom.

Just as they were about to go in, they were startled by a black-robed witch who flew in from the tower's balcony.

Upon seeing them, I greeted them warmly: "Good morning, little witches!"

"Dean...Dean?"

The little witches really couldn't think of any reason why Ms. Amisa would circle around the first and second floors of the castle, fly over from the west, and change into three different colored outfits along the way.

The dean couldn't just deliberately scare them on the first day of school!

The witch didn't have twins, let alone triplets.

The little witches' limited knowledge was completely unable to explain this.

At this moment, they were thinking all sorts of things, but their expressions weren't very pleasant. "Ha! You've seen the other two versions of me!" Amisha knew exactly what was going on as she put the broom on the broom rack on the balcony and said.

The little witches were full of questions: "The other two?"

“Don’t be surprised if you see a few of me in the academy, it’s all me!” Amisha said, counting the number of little witches. “Good, everyone’s here. Don’t just stand there, let’s go into the classroom!”

The little witches followed closely behind the headmaster as he went inside.

The spacious lecture hall was furnished with thirty large tables and chairs.

There are six sheets per row, and five rows in total.

Amisha waved her wand and shoved the three sets of desks and chairs in the first row into a doorway next to the classroom, while the remaining three desks in the first row were moved to the middle.
"Alright! Take your seats! Your alchemy classes will be held here until the end of your third year."

The little witches tacitly reserved the three seats in the first row for Moran, Vasita, and Sylph.

Everyone says that witches are all-around talented, and sitting in the front row means everyone can see them and learn from them anytime.

Moran sat in the middle of the first row, with Vasita to her left and Sylph to her right.

However, no one cared much about seating arrangements at the moment; they were all focused on the dean.

After she moved the tables and chairs, she went to the door behind the podium and took out a large pile of parchment and other things whose purpose she didn't know, and then introduced them to them:
"Half of the West Tower is an alchemy classroom, and the other half is a warehouse for low-level magic materials. If you need any materials in the future, you can find them in the material warehouse on the east side of the West Tower. There is an entrance on each floor, and the entrance to the top floor is here."

Finally, Cheryl, bursting with curiosity, couldn't hold back any longer: "Dean! How...how did you conjure up three of them?"

“Hmm…” Amisha saw the little witches’ curiosity and kept them in suspense. Finally, she said, “When you graduate, ask me this question again, and I might tell you.”

The words had barely left his mouth when the bell rang, the timing was perfect.

"Alright! It's ten o'clock, let's start class!"

The little witches, who had only been in school for four days: "..."

Moran even suspected that the Witch Academy might have some kind of tradition of keeping secrets, otherwise how could everyone from the dean to the senior students be so in sync?

She now understood what Lilith had told them not to be startled.

Encountering three hospital directors in one morning—wouldn't that be a shock?

The little witches didn't have time to overthink things; Ms. Amisa had already begun her lesson.

"When the class schedule was updated on Friday night, you were all probably wondering why it was all introductory alchemy classes, right?"

Ms. Amisa sat cross-legged in a high-backed chair on the podium and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"That's because, to formally begin learning magic, whether in theory or practice, you can't do without two things."

One is the Book of Witches, a book passed down through generations that accompanies every witch throughout her life; the other is the wand, an essential tool for witches to cast spells.

The Book of Witches, the wand, and the flying broomsticks you will encounter later—these three things are to witches what the manifestation of their talents is to sorceresses; they are special magical items that only witches can control.

Witches use them in every aspect of their learning, spellcasting, and daily life.

Every witch must master the crafting methods for these three items, regardless of whether she is an alchemist or not.

The witch's book, wand, and flying broom may be lost or damaged, but the crafting methods we master will always be of use to us.

This week's introductory alchemy class will teach us how to create our own witch's book and wand!

Moran then realized that he had made every witch's book of witches, wand, and flying broom.

Indeed, a witch who had escaped from despair and hardship couldn't even use magic properly at first. Besides making them herself, where else could she get precious magical items?
(End of this chapter)