The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 8 The Bloodthirsty Lilith
Vasida nodded like a chick pecking at rice:

"That's right! I tried my best to respond to everyone, but I just didn't have the energy."

I had just had a big meal before I came to the college.

Generally speaking, it can last for at least two or three hours!

Unexpectedly, as soon as the talent test ended, I felt hungrier and hungrier.

Thankfully, the banquet started quickly, and things finally calmed down!

Seeing how she ate earlier, the little witches believed her and knew that she wasn't eccentric or unsociable; she was just hungry.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, and many of the little witches exchanged names and greeted Vasita again.

This time, Vasida behaved much more normally.

After she returned from explaining and apologizing to the long tables of several grades, Sylph asked her curiously, "Do you always get hungry so quickly?"

"Hmm!" Vasita said with some distress, "My mother took me to see a healing witch before, and there was nothing wrong with my body. After the talent test, I suspect it might be because I'm a witch... Is there really nothing unusual in your daily lives?"

Sylph shook her head: "My appetite is normal."

She looked at Moran, who shook her head as well: "Me too."

“It’s not necessarily because you have a big appetite and get hungry quickly; it could be something else!” Vasida said.

"Why do you think it's because of the witch?" Moran asked.

“Because my innate ability manifests as… a stomach!” Vasita said. “After manifesting it, I felt like I was starving to death within minutes.”

As she spoke, she materialized her stomach again.

The action of manifesting the stomach bag is so realistic that it looks like it's being pulled out of the stomach.

Moran finally understood why Vasida's manifestation of her talent had looked familiar.

Its flesh-colored exterior and crescent shape—isn't that just a stomach?
Is her talent manifested in her stomach?
No, it doesn't seem like it.

Even a witch cannot have her internal organs removed from her body at will.

Vasida did not appear to be in any discomfort.

"Perhaps this is your second stomach!" Moran boldly guessed.

Not long after Vasita materialized her stomach, the familiar feeling of hunger returned, so she quickly put the stomach away and began to eat rapidly.

This time, no little witch thought she was being rude, even though she ate like a whirlwind. Instead, they felt quite sorry for her.

Seeing that the other little witches were mostly full, Ais suggested:

"Everyone, please help me pass the other food over to Vasita!"

So the first-year little witches all sprang into action.

They all took clean plates, picked out what they thought was delicious, and served it to Vasita.

Vasida accepted everything offered to her; she ate everything that was put on her plate.

This treatment is much better than before when she couldn't take care of anything and had to eat nothing but bread.

The commotion among the first-year students also caught the attention of the upperclassmen.

They hadn't finished eating yet; many of them were straining their backs from eating, but they were still continuing to eat.

Lilith brought over a plate full of food, stood next to Vasita, and ate her own food while observing Vasita's condition.

As Vasita ate more and more, even more than before, and showed no signs of stopping, Lilith remained relatively calm, but the first-year witches were anything but.

Won't she get sick from eating like this? In Ais's words, Vasita has already eaten several piles of food taller than herself.

"Senior Lilith, shouldn't we report Vasita's situation to Ms. Amisha?"

Moran felt that the dean should still come and take a look.

The headmistress is far more knowledgeable than these little witches. If Vasita were to have any problems, the headmistress could handle them.

To be honest, she never quite understood why Ms. Amisa left so quickly, before the freshmen even had a chance to figure out what was going on.

Lilith shook her head:
"If there is any real danger, there is no need to report it; Ms. Amisha will appear immediately."

It's important to know that since the founding of the Witch Academy, no young witch has ever died within its walls.

However, if it's not a life-threatening situation, we'll have to handle it ourselves. Ms. Amisha usually won't intervene; this is also a form of training for us.

Moran: "???"

She felt that she had a great misunderstanding about the witch academy.

Aside from life-threatening situations, you must handle everything yourself.
This was definitely not the ivory tower-like school she had imagined from her previous life.

"Moreover... Vasita's guess was correct; her current situation may indeed be caused by the manifestation of her talent."

Lilith stroked her chin and said:
"Each witch's innate talent is unique."

The development of the manifestation of talent can only be attempted little by little by the witch herself.

Even Ms. Amisha couldn't help her.

It seems that eating is alleviating her current condition, or at least it's not dangerous.

Because her magic was gradually filling up, although the process was somewhat slow.

"Talent manifestations can cause such side effects?" Moran was extremely surprised.

The manifestation of one's innate talent is definitely one of the most unique and powerful powers of a witch.

"It's not really a side effect. Such a situation might occur in the early stages when you don't understand the characteristics of the manifestation of talent."

Like me, I've been particularly interested in blood since I was a child.

My mother and I once thought it was due to the influence of my father's bloodline. My father was a vampire count.

When I was a child, my father secretly gave me his blood to drink.

But for me, the pleasure of drinking blood is not as great as the pleasure of playing with blood.

It was only after the Bloodthirsty Needle appeared, and after a series of experiments and tests, that I realized it wasn't that I was interested in blood, but rather that my Bloodthirsty Needle simply enjoyed playing with blood.

Lilith conjured a bloodthirsty needle, plunged it into her own arm, and quickly sucked half a vial of blood.

"Look! Isn't it happy?"

Except for Vasita, who was still busy eating, the other little witches all retreated, trembling.

Lilith-senpai looks a bit crazy.

He could stick a needle into his own carotid artery and draw his own blood without even flinching.

After the needle was removed, thankfully, blood didn't spill all over everyone's faces.

The needle mark was unusually large, bloody, and quite frightening.

Senior Lilith, however, seemed oblivious, staring excitedly at the blood in the syringe and inviting everyone to look.

It was as if the red liquid in the syringe wasn't blood, but some precious gemstone.

Looking at the quail-like female students, Lilith laughed out loud as if she had successfully pulled off a prank.

"Alright! Lilith, stop scaring the younger girls!"

One of the older students couldn't stand it anymore, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped Lilith's arm while explaining to the little witches:

"Don't be afraid, Lilith is just teasing you! She can now slightly control her body's healing process."

(End of this chapter)