The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 75 The Golden Bird Descends
Fortunately, Moran is a witch.

The quality of the magic is high, it is more durable than magical power, and its total amount is much higher than that of little witches of the same grade.

There are also more opportunities to practice magic, and more choices to make.

Any other little witch wouldn't be able to train for such a long time.

With limited magical power, even practicing magic requires prioritization.

After Moran understood these things, he also understood why most witches only practiced the Spring Water spell when needed, and were satisfied with having enough water for daily use.

For them, it would be a better choice to spend their magical energy practicing other, more important spells.

"The Clear Spring's Tinkling Sounds" greatly helped Moran to delve deeper into the art of clear springs.

She already knew how to train this magic at each stage.

All that's left is to practice step by step.

After finishing this book, there will be another one.

"What is Magic?", "The History of Witches", "Ignition, Lighting and Water Making"... they're all lined up waiting for her to read!
Before I knew it, it was late at night.

Half the weekend had passed in the blink of an eye, and Moran felt a deep sense of urgency.

To make a fresh start next week, I'll read some new books.

She strictly controlled her sleep time, sleeping only five hours, which was within the healthy sleep time range for a little witch between the ages of thirteen and eighteen.

I even made a special alarm clock card to plan my time more accurately.

Unfortunately, even so, she was unable to finish reading the last book she planned to read, "Ignition, Lighting, and Water Making," before noon on Sunday, let alone try to learn new magic.

Last weekend, she invited Lilith, Vasita, and Sylph to dinner, but things went wrong. Luckily, Lilith saved the day.

Today she must avenge herself.

Moran took the basket and prepared to go to the food distribution point to get fresh ingredients.

Before I even stepped out of the dormitory, I saw that the dormitory area was filled with female students.

What kind of team building event with flying broomsticks is the senior students organizing again?

But why are they all hovering in the air without moving?

"Senior Lilith! What are you doing?" Moran asked curiously.

“We’re waiting for the Golden Bird Letter!” Lilith replied. “By the way! You guys don’t know yet, do you? Every Sunday of even-numbered weeks at 12:30 PM, the academy opens the Golden Bird Letter channel. All the letters will fly into the academy at that time and be delivered to us.”

"What is the Golden Bird Letter?" Moran asked, somewhat puzzled.

"You remember the admission notice, right? That's the highest-level Golden Bird Letter, with top-notch confidentiality and security, and it even incorporates the magic of the Contract Witch," Lilith said.

Moran remembered the correspondence agreement she had made with her mother before starting school and quickly asked, "So how should we reply?"

Lilith sighed, "You'll be able to reply to letters once you learn how to make Golden Bird Letter Paper. This is taught in the second-year basic alchemy class, and I haven't even learned it yet!"

It's so frustrating to receive letters but not be able to reply.

Moran didn't even need to ask to know that this was just another of the academy's tricks to encourage the little witches to learn magic.

At least for now, she can't wait to get to the alchemy class a year from now and learn how to make that Golden Bird Letter Paper.

"The golden bird has arrived!"

Someone shouted something, and Moran instinctively looked up at the sky.

More than a hundred golden rays streaked across the sky like shooting stars, most of them landing in the dormitory area, while a few flew off to other places.

One of them flew straight toward her.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was a golden paper bird. It was smaller than the paper bird on the admission notice, and its golden light was dimmer.

It was clearly not as discreet as an admission notice; even though the golden bird beside it didn't belong to her, she could still clearly see the traces.

For example, the one that pecked at Vasita's dormitory window, and the one that crawled directly into Sylph's dormitory through the closed door.

The one that belonged to Moran landed directly in her palm.

The little paper bird tilted its head, the golden light faded, and it turned into an ordinary piece of paper.

"Little Moran, isn't life at the academy full of surprises?"
When the letter from the golden bird arrived, it should have been on the Sunday of the second week!

Are you worried about the water tower running dry again? Have you finished writing your paper for the theory course?

Haha, don't worry, every little witch goes through this.

The hardships you endured during your school years will taste sweet in retrospect.

Try to think positively. At least you have some basic cooking skills, so you don't have to put up with those awful breadfruits..."

Moran suppressed a laugh and muttered under her breath, "Mom Shana will never guess that I'm a witch, and that I learned the Clear Spring spell in the second week, and even finished my paper before the weekend! I really want to see her shocked."

"...Mom didn't lie to you, did she? You can eat as many Dudu bird eggs as you want at the academy."

Make sure to eat as much as possible before third grade, because after third grade, there won't be any left to eat.

I'm currently on my way to Moon Harbor, where I've heard that handsome mermen often sneak ashore. I plan to stay there for a while.

That's all for now. I'll write to you again after I've settled down in Moon Harbor.

I know you don't know how to make Golden Bird stationery yet, so there's no need to rush to reply to me.

—Your Shana

Moran: "..."

Even Shana's mother, the person directly involved, didn't know what race her father's bloodline was, probably because Shana's mother changed boyfriends too quickly.

In her words, ugly souls are all the same, but beautiful appearances are one in a million.

It's probably an occupational hazard of mind witches!

The letter must have been written during the journey; the handwriting was messy and the content was brief. Moran could feel Shana's mother's eagerness to go to Moon Harbor.

"Moran! You received the letter too?" Sylph ran out of the dormitory, about to ask where the letter came from, when she saw Moran reading it.

"Yes! Every Sunday at 12:30 PM on even-numbered weeks, the academy will release golden bird messages into the academy." Moran told her the information she had heard from Senior Lilith, including how to reply.

"Damn it! Why do they only teach how to make golden bird letters in second grade? Does that mean I won't be able to write back to my parents for a whole year?"

The first-grade witches were full of complaints.

But complaining won't help.

Either finish reading all the books in the first-grade library, apply for a second-grade library pass, and then go there to find books to study in advance.

Otherwise, you'll have to wait until the second year when the dean teaches you.

You can't even ask upperclassmen for stationery; the dean forbids the upperclassmen from "helping."

Not surprising at all!

Moran silently folded the letter and put it in her handbag. She would write it back together once she learned how to make golden bird letter paper. She was determined to give Shana's mother a big surprise then.

Right now, I'll go back to the ingredient distribution area to get the ingredients.

(End of this chapter)