The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 304 Fourth Academic Year
"You actually forgot about earning magic power!" Lilith said with exasperation. "Then we'll have to benefit from this."

"You're kidding! You're Moran! Moran with a photographic memory! How could you possibly forget!"

This is Vasida, who is incredulous and making wild guesses.

Sylph glanced at her watch: "Three minutes left. We probably won't have time for flyers, but we should be able to write a simple promotional poster. But do you really not have any more new product seasoning packets?"

“If you have any new seasoning packets, I think I can help you copy down a few of last year’s promotional flyers,” Vasida said.

Moran: "..."

My bad friend!
"Forget it, we don't need any promotional posters or flyers! Your witch magic is all linked to our card magic, and a lot of things have to be bought in my card shop! Your promotion is also promotion for me," Moran said.

Lilith, Vasita, and Sylph: "..."

Heartbroken.

"With so little time, I'd better hold a simple product tasting event. Luckily, I was prepared!" Moran said.

She already had some seasoning packets that hadn't been put on the shelves yet, so she decided to use them this time.

Moran pulled out the Book of Cards, and a minute later: "Ready!"

Vasida immediately went to check: "{Food Card - Seaweed Soup Seasoning Packet}, {Food Card - Nanchang Mixed Rice Noodle Seasoning Packet}, {Food Card - Beggar's Chicken Marinade Packet}, {Food Card - Spicy Barbecue Seasoning Packet}? Looks pretty good!"

She immediately bought several of each kind.

“Of course! The food cards I’m currently offering represent less than one ten-thousandth of the culinary delights of Blue Star!” Moran said.

I also made the cards that we'll be using for the tasting later and put them in my bag.

Fortunately, she had already mastered the art of cooking and could single-handedly organize a tasting event.

"It's here!" Sylph exclaimed, looking at the magical waterbed in the arena.

Moran quickly dispelled the silencing spell and went to watch the new students enter.

I'm almost in fourth grade, and every time I see this, it'll be one less time I get to see it!

The same black hole year after year, and the same pathetic little witch who falls onto the waterbed and can't bear to get up—it's all part of the same family tradition.

"Hahaha! Guess when they'll get up?"

"Pfft! I definitely won't get off the waterbed by myself! Even now, when I'm being treated, I often lie down and don't want to walk."

"Hey? That little witch has the same hair and eye color as you. Could it be that she has the same magical talent as you?"

"Hair color and eye color have no direct relationship with magical talent; those are just wild guesses from 'Unsolved Mysteries of Witchcraft'!"

"I think my guess was pretty accurate!"

……

The female students watching chirped loudly.

The freshmen on the waterbeds eavesdropped while questioning their very existence.

"...Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, two...wait? No more black holes appeared. Why are there only twenty-seven this time?"

"That's perfectly normal. There were only twenty-seven in the third grade, or rather, the fourth grade!"

"Although the fourth-year class had fewer students, there were three witches!"

The eavesdropping freshman: "!!!"

A witch? Where? Is there a new witch?
Before they could even see the witch, Ms. Amisha gently placed them on the ground:
"Welcome to the Witch Academy, little witches."

Without further ado, let the entrance ceremony begin!

Moran repeated it to himself: It's been four years, and Ms. Amisa hasn't changed a single word!

Soon, the freshmen finished their talent tests.

It seems that the world's consciousness only favored the little witches of Moran's generation three years ago.

This time, still no witch appeared.

But it doesn't matter, every little witch is the fruit of her mother's or parents' love, and they are all precious.

After the talent test is completed, it's time for everyone to get to know each other and exchange ideas.

Before the freshmen even had a chance to inquire about the witches, their beloved witch seniors took turns handing them flyers.

Moran doesn't have flyers, but she tells every new student who receives a flyer from another witch that card magic is her witch magic, and that they can find her witch magic book in the library or study.

The freshmen were flattered: "Are all the witch seniors this approachable?"

The propaganda tactics were so sophisticated that they couldn't help but think of the creature described in "The Little Witches"—a short, stocky creature with pointed ears.

No, no, no, how can a witch be compared to a goblin!
Lilith and the others were completely unaware that their reputations had been damaged.

But even if I knew, it wouldn't matter; earning magic power is the most important thing.

After the twenty-seven little witches had all been informed, the banquet began.

Moran and Sylph quickly set up their booth, spoke a few words using amplification, and then immediately returned to the fourth-grade long table to sit down and enjoy their dinner.

"I've been waiting for this meal for so long!" Moran skillfully filled a plate with her favorite dishes.

Hearing this, Vasita, who was eating quickly, asked in confusion, "Your cooking magic is so good, you cook so fast, you have such a small appetite, and you have so many food cards, how come you're short of food?"

“You don’t understand what kind of life I’ve been living lately,” Moran said.

She used to stay in the valley most of the time and rarely went out to hunt or gather.

When I cook for myself, I only have a few kinds of ingredients every day. No matter how many different dishes I make, I get tired of them.

Not to mention that she goes down into the mine every day and rarely cooks, often subsisting on bread and fruit cakes!
However, revealing this information would prematurely expose the details of one's residence, and there would be no surprises later.

“You guys have no idea what kind of life I’m living. If I weren’t worried about not being able to support myself after graduation, I would have rather dug a hole in the grass on the other side of the hedge outside the breadfruit grove and lived there,” Vasida said.

Thinking of Vasita's appetite, Moran shuddered silently.

She often forgets to eat when she gets busy, so Vasida is probably always on her way to fill her stomach!

"By the way, is your residence finished?" Sylph asked. "My residence is finished!"

“I’ve finished building mine too,” Vasida said.

“Me too,” Moran suggested. “How about we visit each other’s homes after the academy ceremony? Do you remember our promise?”

“Remember! Whoever has the worst living conditions will have to drink a whole can of unsweetened bread juice!” Vasita said. “But Moran, you’re definitely going to lose.”

A few days ago, Sylph and I wanted to ask you about today's publicity. We went to Boar Valley, although we didn't go inside the valley because of our appointment, but we could see clearly that you haven't even built your residence yet!

Sylph also asked, "Moran, have you moved somewhere else?"

Moran smiled mysteriously: "I didn't move it, and I definitely won't lose this time. If you don't believe me, why don't you come to my place later?"