The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 33 Moran, the Beloved

"Moran, how much bread and juice did you put in this? Is it not much? I've already had lunch, and I've drunk most of it without feeling bloated!" Sylph asked.

"It probably took more than a dozen breadfruits to make this batch! But only one cup of breadfruit juice was extracted; the rest was mixed with honey syrup," Moran said.

"So many only yield one cup?" Sylph said in surprise. "Breadfruit juice is quite plentiful!"

"I used the most basic juicing method, and I really couldn't squeeze out any more juice. I don't know if it's a problem with the juicing method."

Moran said, "Moreover, the breadfruit pulp seems to absorb water quite well. What comes out fresh is more of a pulp than juice. I had to filter it several times to get a relatively clear cup of juice."

"I also feel like this juice doesn't feel very filling." Vasita finished a glass and didn't feel anything. "Is it because the filling effect of breadfruit has weakened or even disappeared?"

Moran nodded: "Probably."

"It's even more efficient at speeding up mana recovery than eating breadfruit directly!" Lilith took a sip, and the mana she had just used to activate the Clear Spring spell was instantly restored.

Only then did Moran dare to confirm that this time it had really been a success.

Although the feeling of fullness had an impact, it was just as good for her, who was eager to restore her magic power. She could drink more juice at once and restore her magic power faster.

Lilith and the others also realized the value of honey bread juice.

Lilith, whose magic was running low, was the most excited: "Moran! How is this made? Can you teach me!"

“Of course, no problem! I plan to make more! Why don’t you guys make some with me? It’s very simple!” Moran said.

"Okay!"

Lilith and the other two ran back to their dorm to get their tools.

Not long after, the sound of breadcrumbs being pounded could be heard from dormitory number 69.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

……

After mashing for a while, Lilith shook the bowl: "It seems that the juice that was mashed out has been absorbed back into the pulp."

"Just wrap it in a cloth and squeeze it out later," Moran said.

"This is too difficult!" Sylph rubbed her wrist; her hand was already a little sore after just a few strokes.

She only brought a small basin and didn't cook much.

“It’s really difficult!” Lilith said, “But once we learn cooking magic, we can use magic instead.”

"Oh right! Senior Lilith, don't you know cooking magic? Why don't you use magic to make juice?" Sylph asked, puzzled.

Moran and Vasida also looked at her curiously.

Lilith looked at the innocent junior girls and shook her head:
"Do you think cooking magic can create things out of thin air?"

You have to master the entire preparation process yourself before you can use cooking magic! That's why every gourmet witch skilled in cooking magic is a true culinary master!

“Is that so? I thought it was like telling the pots and pans how to cook the dish with magic, and they would cook it!” Sylph said.

Vasita nodded. Her father taught the family's zombie chef to cook by following instructions one by one. Although it wasn't magic, she thought it was similar!
"The prerequisite for learning cooking magic is that you can cook yourself!" Lilith said. "And you must be proficient in cooking before you can use cooking magic to make it."

Otherwise, why would she be here struggling to make ends meet?

"If only we had a juicer," Moran said as she mashed the juicer.

"A juicer? What's that?" the other three little witches asked curiously.

"It's a juicer!" Moran exclaimed, suddenly realizing she'd never seen a juicer in her house before. Of course, witches solved their kitchen chores with cooking magic.

Juicing with a self-moving wooden pestle, and even the food itself squeezing out juice, is even better than a fully automatic juicer. Who still needs to research juicers?
"A machine?" The three looked bewildered.

“Valen might not use that term. On my previous planet, there was no magic. Humans commonly used oil and electricity as energy sources. Items powered by oil and electricity were called machines,” Moran explained.

"Oh! I see!" Vasita had already heard some stories about her past life from her, so she wasn't surprised.

Lilith and Sylph were so shocked that they stopped what they were doing: "Pre-...previous life? You are from another world..."

Moran lowered his head, his voice low and menacing: "It seems I can no longer hide the fact that I am a soul from another world. Now that you know my secret, be careful..."

Lilith and Sylph's hearts jumped, but then, to their surprise, someone suddenly raised their head, bared their teeth, and made a face:
"...Watch out, or I'll gulp you all up!"

After an awkward silence, Lilith said, "Moran, you weren't very old in your past life, were you?"

"???" Moran retorted, "Who said I wasn't old in my past life? I was the last one to die in our shelter!"

"How old are you?" Sylph looked at her gently.

Moran struggled to speak: "Twenty... but I was human in my past life! And the last one in the shelter..."

Sylph's eyes were filled with pity: "Poor child, so young and already..."

"Don't be afraid, Moran, this life will be alright. Witches live long lives, and sorceresses live even longer... The world of Valen is also very powerful. Although the various races fight and kill each other, there is no possibility of the world being destroyed."

Vasida also offered words of comfort.

"I was just joking, I wasn't really being childish!" Moran said, trying to save face.

“No need to say anything! We all understand!” Lilith said.

Vasita and Sylph nodded in agreement.

Moran was speechless and then gave up in despair: "Forget it, let's hurry up and make the juice!"

After working for several hours, Lilith and Sylph each made a large jar of honey bread juice.

Moran and Vasida made more, enough to fill a large pot.

They sealed everything up and put it in buckets. Lilith cast a Freeze spell on each of their buckets: "That way we'll have iced juice to drink tomorrow."

"I can already imagine the envious looks from the other little witches tomorrow!" Vasita chuckled.

"Moran's little class can start again on the way to the castle tomorrow, right?" Sylph said.

"From now on, everyone will no longer have to endure the sourness and stuff themselves to eat breadfruit to replenish their magical power."

Moran was delighted to be able to help the other little witches, and she prepared to reveal the recipe for honey bread juice.

"No!"

A voice sounded in my ears.

Moran and the others were taken aback, then looked at each other.

It wasn't any of them who said it.

He looked around in terror.

There were only four of them in the dormitory, but then a fifth voice rang out.

My hair stood on end.

(End of this chapter)