The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 377 Leaving the Academy
"Congratulations, you've come of age!" Amisha smiled and blessed them, "I hope that in the future you will have the ability to live independently and live freely according to your own wishes forever!"

At this point, she suddenly smiled and said, "Goodbye~"

"Ok?"

The witches were dreaming of the future with Lady Amisa's blessing when they were suddenly alerted by her meaningful farewell.

Before I could react, I felt a heavy push on my buttocks.

They stood facing the long table, with some high-backed chairs behind them that had been moved aside. Who would be wary of what was behind them?
Moran turned around hastily and saw Ms. Amisha smilingly withdrawing her hand from her chair: "Goodbye, Moran!"

That was the guardian dean who had been watching over her for five whole years.

No, who wants this kind of farewell?

But Moran didn't have time to protest. A black hole portal had already appeared in front of her and the other witches, catching them precisely.

Amisha, seated at the head of the table, dusted off imaginary dust from her hands: "Another batch of little witches has been safely sent away! I'm one step closer to stepping down!"

"Squeak?" A silver-furred monkey popped out from under the table.

"Hmm? You've been left behind?" Ms. Amisha looked to her left: "Number 69!"

Amisha, number 69, grabbed Zizi and threw her into the portal.

The other guardian witches also dragged out large and small animal skin bundles from under the table and behind the chairs, and threw them into the portal hole next to the table.

"Alright! Mission accomplished! I'm going back to sleep. You all get some rest and prepare to welcome the next batch of little witches!" Lady Amisa, seated at the head of the table, closed the portal to the outside world and vanished.

Meanwhile, the witches who were pushed into the portal experienced that familiar feeling again, as if they had turned into a piece of paper, been crumpled and squeezed, and rolled around in the "wastebasket"!
Before I could think any further, I felt myself being vomited up.

While cursing Ms. Amisa for being unreliable, Moran immediately cast a Featherfall spell on himself to slow his descent.

Given Ms. Amisa's character, she would never allow them to land safely.

The Featherfall spell took effect, giving Moran time to stabilize himself during the fall.

After she had a clear look at her surroundings, she couldn't help but look up at the ceiling; the teleportation black hole hadn't disappeared yet.

She now has a real urge to immediately pull out her flying broom and go back into the cave!
"Moran!" A red-haired witch in the crowd waved excitedly at her.

"Hahaha! This is Lady Moran! So cute! You can't tell she's a goblin witch at all!"

"Shh! The clan council hasn't lifted the witch's protection order yet, so we can't reveal the witch's name! Calling her 'sir' risks revealing her identity, so let's just call her Little Moran!"

"You're so small, yet you call her Little Moran? Besides, there are no outsiders on Chunjian Island! Why would we need to worry about leaks?"

"Hey! I'm not that short!"

"Do you think if I go and hug Lord Moran now, I'll have incredible luck and draw a super valuable card?"

……

Moran looked down at the crowded island below, which was teeming with witches. Only the patch of grass where the teleportation black hole had appeared was empty.

The meadow was surrounded by hundreds of witches watching.

It was obvious that this space was reserved for them.

Moran now wanted to teleport away to escape this impending doom, but there was nowhere to run. He cursed Ms. Amisa a hundred times in his mind again.

The newly graduated witches were spat out of the black hole like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Although it wasn't as painful as the first teleportation five years ago, their landing posture was still far from graceful.

Seeing her friends' awkward landing, Moran suddenly felt much better.

As someone who was also being watched, her reaction was quick enough; at least she landed steadily and slowly on her feet.

She felt relieved that she wasn't the only one who died in the company.

This is probably the crowd effect!

Just as Moran was nodding to the strange witches in the crowd who kept greeting her, maintaining her good witch demeanor, a "squeak" suddenly came from above her head.

Moran finally remembered that Zizi was still drinking under the table in the academy auditorium, and looked up.

As a result, she was hugged by the chubby little monkey she had raised herself, and her hat was askew.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak!" Master, why did you leave me behind!
Moran quickly picked up Zizi and comforted it with telepathy, saying, "I didn't mean to leave you behind. It's all the Dean's fault. He pushed me so suddenly!"

"What? Your dean pushed her with his hands? Was it only that wretched Ms. Garcia who kicked her?"

From the crowd, an elderly witch dressed in a dark-style witch's robe and holding a crystal skull ball cursed.

“Ms. Fatima, how many years has it been since you came back? You probably don’t know! After Ms. Yulia brought back the Life Weaving Technique from another world, the young witches would receive a robe of the dead from the deceased witches when they graduated. Since then, the headmasters have stopped kicking them!” another witch explained.

Moran: "..."

So, this is also a witch tradition?
Why do witches have so many strange and bizarre traditions of social death?
She touched the robe she was wearing. Thanks to it, she hadn't been kicked right before graduation!

Disturbed by Zizi's interference, Moran's hat tilted, and the witch image she had been trying so hard to maintain was shattered, causing her to relax instead.

As the witches all landed, the onlookers gradually dispersed: "See you at the campfire market!"

Moran spotted a red-haired senior in the crowd who was diligently (and maliciously) calling out the witches' names, grabbed her, and covered her mouth: "Shut up!"

"Mmm!" Lilith tried to pry her hands off, but found she couldn't. She mumbled, "Moran! It's been a year, and you've gotten stronger! You've been using Vasita {nutritional supplement card} quite a bit, haven't you!"

"How can I control you, my senior, if I don't take care of my health?" Moran said.

Since Vasida's {Dietary Supplement Card} went on sale, she hasn't missed a single meal.

While her physical abilities are inferior to Vasida's, they far surpass those of the witches who use the {Food Supplement Card} less frequently.

"Okay, okay! I was wrong, alright?" Lilith surrendered.

Moran then let go of her.

“I’m not the only one in this crowd who recognizes you all. Many of the witches who graduated in recent years are still in Witch Town preparing. They’re all here today. Even if I don’t call out, they will, because we’ve all been through this together,” Lilith said.

Moran knew that what her senior said was true, but what could she do when she only managed to grab onto her senior?

That concludes the academy arc. Now, it's time for the Witch Squad's joyful adventure in Valen!

The new map for the transition period is progressing slowly, and I might not be able to finish Chapter 2 today. Please forgive me. Starting tomorrow, I'll be saving up drafts for the Lunar New Year, so update times may be adjusted, but they should be earlier than usual.

The Valen arc is about to begin, starting at Witch Town. Stay tuned!