The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 280 Grass Growing on His Head
“I’ll handle this tiger!” Vasita said, taking out the {Slaughter Tool Card}.

“Then I’ll deal with this giant deer!” Sylph said.

"No! I can handle this little bit of prey quickly. You two should hurry up and do your math homework! We probably won't be back until Monday night."

Moran shoved their math workbooks back into their hands: "Keep it up!"

Vasita and Sylph: Failed to avoid homework, o(╥﹏╥)o!

Moran didn't try to be brave; her slaughter magic had progressed significantly, and she was already able to manipulate several slaughter tools simultaneously.

Even while the butcher's tools were processing the prey, she could still find a moment to read.

After dinner, Vasita and Sylph continued doing their homework, while Moran set up the crucible, took out the crystal bottle, and began extracting the essence of the heather flower.

To avoid disturbing Vasita and Sylph who were doing their homework, Moran specifically chose a location downwind for extraction.

Fresh photinia flowers, after being processed by the magic of alchemy, become dry and their aroma is barely perceptible.

All the essence is concentrated in the crystal bottle.

It was filled with three large crystal bottles, which looked very pleasing, but it took courage to open the corks of the crystal bottles.

The stench of the photinia flower did not disappear; instead, it transferred from the flower to the photinia essence in the crystal bottle.

Out of curiosity, Moran leaned closer to take a sniff, and the stench, dozens of times more concentrated, hit her right in the head, startling her so much that she quickly stuffed the cork even tighter.

After putting away his alchemy tools, Moran returned to the campfire and sat down. Feeling the gazes on him, he looked up and met two miserable-looking faces.

"???" Moran leaned back: "What's wrong with you two?"

Their hair was disheveled, and their eyes were blank with deep resentment, like two indignant little cabbages that had just been battered by a strong wind and then frozen by frost.

“Moran, the editor of ‘Basic Mathematics 2’!” Sylph said resentfully.

Vasita added: "The editor of the 'Basic Mathematics 2 Accompanying Workbook' is Moran!"

"The Witch Moran!" ×2
"Devil Moran!" ×2
Moran herself: "..."

Is this because he's gone crazy from doing so much homework?

Moran snatched the workbooks from their hands, flipped to the section they had just finished, and saw that it really did look very difficult. Finally, her conscience pricked her.
"How about I explain the problem to you?"

Vasita and Sylph nodded frantically: "Quick, quick, quick! We don't know how to do this!"

"I don't know this either!"

"I know how to do this, but I can't figure out the answer!"

……

"Don't rush, don't rush, one at a time!"

……

Vasita and Sylph struggled for hours with their slow-moving workbook assignments, but Moran explained them for an hour, and they finished them all.

The efficiency is astonishing.

"Ah! Finally finished!" After finishing the last question, Vasita immediately shrunk the workbook and hid it deep inside her bag!

It's to the point that just seeing it can cause psychological harm.

“No wonder storybooks say that goblin merchants are the most troublesome and human merchants are the second most troublesome. Goblins and humans are better at mathematical research than other races,” Sylph said.

“When our group of little witches ventures out into the wilderness, this ranking will change,” Vasita said. “I dare say that no other race’s mathematics is as difficult as Earth’s.”

“I’ll be very happy if there’s any news of troublesome witches in the future,” Moran said.

“That’s true, it’s better to be troublesome than to be ripped off!” Sylph knew the benefits of mathematics, but that didn’t stop her from having a headache over it.

"Alright! You two go to sleep! We need to go see your senior tomorrow!" Moran urged Vasita and Sylph into the tent, while she sat at the tent entrance.

"Wow! This tent is so comfortable!" Vasita exclaimed. "I feel like I'm lying on a cloud!" "So soft and light, what kind of blanket is this?" Sylph poked her head out from under the blanket.

"It's a down comforter. It's made with goose down," Moran said.

Vasita and Sylph opened the card shop and started searching.

"Little witches are forbidden to buy!"

"Little witches are forbidden to buy!"

……

The series of purchase restrictions left them heartbroken, but that didn't stop them from adding the cards to their shopping carts and buying them after graduation.

Cards that you can't buy right now are actually better to use by borrowing Moran's cards!
Vasita and Sylph quickly fell asleep.

It wasn't as quiet tonight as it was yesterday on the grass.

On a stormy night, wild beasts lie in wait.

Even now, in the mountains, even though Moran cleared out the wild beasts in the evening, wild animals still roam outside the camp at night.

She accepted all comers, turning them all into her meat reserves.

As the night passed, Moran and his two companions took out the shrunken, frozen prey stored in their bags and piled it up into a small mountain.

Breakfast is sorted.

After filling their stomachs, they flew off toward the rising sun.

"A mountain!"

"Two mountains!"

"Three mountains! Wow! What a huge lake!"

Counting the mountain peaks, they had just flown over the third mountain when they spotted a large lake. Vasita found their target in the middle of the lake:

"I see it! There's a small mud house in the middle of the lake!"

"Why does it look so similar to a dormitory room?" Sylph asked curiously.

"It's not just similar, it's practically identical!" Moran could see it clearly: "This senior student must have built her residence based on the dormitory layout."

"This place is wonderful! It's surrounded by water. Once we clear out the wild animals on the island, we won't have to worry about safety!" Vasita exclaimed.

Moran nodded emphatically.

This is much better than Wild Boar Valley!

"It's a pity that some senior students are already living here."

Sylph was filled with envy: "This place is perfect for witches who have high requirements for planting! They don't need to set up any protective magic circles, and they don't have to worry about the plants being destroyed by wild animals!"

The college required them to establish residences within the inner perimeter area that were at least ten kilometers apart from each other.

A good location can generally only be used to build one residence.

"With so many magical plants on the island, could it be Senior Lilith?" Vasida asked.

“Lilith’s residence was destroyed by wild beasts, so it doesn’t seem like it’s in such a safe place. It’s more likely to be Renee,” Moran said.

The only fourth-year witch majoring in plant and alchemy magic is Senior Renee, who used to live by the well.

"Senior Corinne doesn't have a habit of growing grass in her hair, does she?" Vasita asked, puzzled.

“I know! It’s hair color!” Sylph said. “Senior Renee’s hair is light green, like newly sprouted grass. The way trees are described is sometimes so strange! And some trees say my hair looks like old leaves that have lived through decades!”

"Smoke is coming from the chimney... Senior is at home!" Moran said, "Let's go! Land down and take a look!"