The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

"Use this." Moran took out a card.

"{Dawn Academy Trial Invitation}? What is this?" Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph were all filled with curiosity.

"These are the contract guidance cards I prepared specifically for the alien contractors."

It can guide other races, selecting them step by step, until they finally become contractors of our magic.

Moran briefly explained to them her design philosophy for the card and its function:
"However, although the cards have been designed, they haven't been actually tested yet, so we don't know how effective they will be. Greta is all alone and in a life-or-death situation, so we can take this opportunity to test the cards on her."

“Let’s do it your way!” Lilith said. “Although I can’t imagine what effect this card will ultimately have, even if it fails, it won’t have a negative impact on us, right? It’s a good thing for Greta too. At least she can survive because of it.”

Vasita agreed, saying, "The Dawn Society sounds impressive and convincing. It's not as grandiose as the Temple of Light, which feels somewhat fake, nor as unsettling as the Temple of Darkness!"

“Learning this name does have a very mage-like style; mages should really like it,” Sylph said.

"I've thought this name through carefully!" Moran said proudly.
"The Magic Empire is not like the Yara Empire. Many people actually know that the God of Light and the God of Darkness are both conspiracies of angels and demons. There are no gods in Valen anymore."

Rather than intimidating people by claiming to be a god, it's better to act as a mentor. After all, knowledge transmission in the magical empire is based on a mentor-apprentice system, and mentors naturally carry an aura of erudition and power, making them more trustworthy to humans.

When word gets to other races, they'll immediately think of human mages, not witches.

"So what do we do now?" Vasida asked.

She was eager to see the card's effect.

"Let her sleep for now. Once Sylph's Black Death Tree is fully cultivated, we'll put her back where she is, let her be tainted by the power of death, and then lure her into binding with the card," Moran said.

"Shall we take her to the camp first?" Sylph asked.

Moran nodded: "Lilith, Vasita, you can continue with your business. Sylph and I can go back."

Vasita and Lilith exchanged a glance: "Let's go back together."

"Aren't you going to train Spicy Hotpot and Nick's practical combat skills?" Moran asked.

They haven't been out for very long, have they?

"Senior, you go first." Vasita nudged Lilith with her shoulder.

"..." Lilith: "You go first."

"What's wrong with you guys?" Moran noticed a hint of embarrassment in their expressions and immediately had a bad feeling: "Did Spicy Hotpot and Nick get hurt?"

Since they had been correctly guessed, Lilith and Vasita stopped being coy and pulled their dead servants out of the coffins.

Moran and Sylph stared in silence at the two wounded, missing limbs, dead servants before them.

They were once reserved nobles and unkempt warriors, but in less than a day, they turned into ragged zombies that could be seen everywhere in the Black Forest.
How badly he was beaten!
“They’ve just been born, and their limbs are still a bit stiff. It’s a bit too early for them to start real combat training now,” Lilith said.

“Yes, we should go back and train them properly first, and let Mom’s zombie servants be our sparring partners. It would be more appropriate to stop when we’ve had enough,” Vasita said.

It was heartbreaking to see Mala Hotpot's perfect face and figure torn apart by other undead creatures.

“Alright! Let’s go back together,” Moran said.

The group flew back to the camp on a flying carpet.

When they encountered the first skeleton squad, they didn't take it seriously.

When they encountered another unfamiliar zombie squad not long after, they thought it was just a coincidence.

When they encountered several beast-like ghosts drifting in the same direction, they realized something was wrong. "How many waves of undead creatures are we talking about now?" Vasita wondered. "Don't they usually head north and then raid the newly discovered human corpses after nightfall?"

"Except when going around obstacles, you've been walking in a straight line, as if you have a clear goal?" Sylph said uncertainly.

“This direction…” Lilith frowned as she looked at the map.

“It’s in the direction of the camp!” Moran said confidently.

They flew back separately on their flying carpets, without activating their invisibility shields so they could see each other's positions.

Lilith and Moran exchanged a glance and both increased the speed of the flying carpet to its maximum.

The two flying carpets flew quickly towards the camp.

The closer you get to the camp, the more undead creatures you'll encounter.

Some were wild undead creatures, while others were witch's undead servants bound with brightly colored strips of cloth.

But unlike usual, they didn't fight fiercely as soon as they met.

Instead, they all moved in the same direction without any conflict between them.

When they arrived at the vicinity of Lady Ginia's zombie army graveyard, the undead creatures were so dense that they even submerged the coffins.

Ms. Ginia's zombies have also disappeared.

It wasn't until the flying carpet flew over the vicinity of their camp that they discovered that the zombies, all bound with red ribbons, were surrounding the camp's protective shield.

Even the skeletons from next door who cut down trees and planted trees are here.

They were all pressed tightly against the protective shield, as if there was something inside that was very attractive to them, forgetting even about protecting the cemetery and camp.

While Moran and the others were still wondering what was going on, Vasida pulled out her camera: "Click!"

"???" Moran, Lilith, Sylph, and the densely packed zombies, skeletons, and ghosts on the ground all looked at Vasida.

Vasida chuckled, "I've never seen so many undead creatures before. I'll take a picture as a souvenir."

"Wash a few more sheets, give me one," Lilith said.

Sylph also took out her camera: "It looks like the Black Death Tree is bearing fruit! Let's take a picture first!"

Moran: "???"

In this situation, is taking photos the important thing?

Lilith controlled the flying carpet to descend into the camp, and Moran quickly said, "Wait! I want to take a picture too!"

If I take a picture, I can write a letter to Shana's mother next time, and it can be a story to tell.

After quickly taking the photos, I controlled the flying carpet to land in the camp.

At this moment, next to Sylph's tent, on the mutated black and green dead tree, there was a lively scene.

Green ghost dolls hang from green branches, and black zombie dolls hang from black branches.

A big head, a small body, hanging from the tree like a hanged ghost, swaying back and forth.

Sylph finally learned the effects of the two dolls that the mutated Black Death Tree produced from it. (End of Chapter)