The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

The house in the dwarven capital is ready, and the address field on Cheryl's invitation can now be filled in.

Cheryl was still in the Rift Gold Forging Workshop when Moran summoned a golden bird to deliver the invitation to her.

Moran then teleported to the Black Forest using the spatial coordinates sent by Anna.

The moment they landed, a dense, almost tangible, deathly force rushed towards them.

A row of tall wooden walls made of thick, black deadwood stood prominently, making it look like a rather large camp.

Above the tree wall, one could vaguely see patrolling skeletons, their empty eye sockets scanning the surroundings.

Moran was immediately filled with doubt.

She remembered Anna and Anne, one with outstanding talent in dark magic and cooking magic, and the other with outstanding talent in curse and sewing magic. Logically speaking, they shouldn't be developing in the direction of necromancers for the time being!

And this is the Black Forest!
Twisted and menacing black dead trees, wandering undead creatures, and the dense power of death are the main themes here.

Even orthodox necromancers are unwilling to settle here, at most leaving their undead servants here to roam freely.

It's one thing for Anna and Anne to establish a witch's house here, but why are they also raising so many skeleton soldiers?
Moreover, the wooden wall is somewhat out of place. Since she can control so many skeletons, her necromancy skills are already quite good. Why would such a witch need a wooden wall to protect her home in the Black Forest?

There's something off about it everywhere.

Just as Moran was puzzled by this contradictory scene, two familiar heads peeked out from a lookout tower above the wooden wall.

Anna and Anne waved and greeted him warmly as they nimbly flew down on their brooms and landed gracefully in front of Moran.

Their bright and vibrant smiles contrasted sharply with the lifeless environment and were completely different from how Moran remembered them when they first arrived at the Witch Academy.

"Senior Moran, it's been a long time! Welcome to our 'Hope Village'!" Anna said with a smile, her tone tinged with pride.

Annie nodded vigorously and added, "Yes! We're the village chiefs of Hope Village now! This whole village was built by my sister and me, bit by bit."

"Long time no see," Moran replied, but his curiosity deepened. "But, Hope Village?"

She looked around at the eerie surroundings. "When did a village appear in the Black Forest? Isn't this... your witch's house?"

She had initially thought it would be a house protected by magic, belonging to her and her sisters, but she never expected it to be a place called "village".

Filled with curiosity, Moran took out his flying broom and flew over the tall wooden wall with Anna and Annie.

Upon entering the village, it felt as if you had stepped into another world.

In stark contrast to the desolate, barren, and death-laden Black Forest outside, the village, though still dimly lit, is brimming with vibrant life.

This place is planted with many softly glowing plants that are rarely seen in the Black Forest. They emit a halo of blue, pale purple or milky white light, illuminating the village.

To Moran's surprise, she saw many human women.

Little girls chased and played around the glowing plants, women busily operated various tools, and an old woman sat to the side, patiently instructing a young girl. Most of them were engaged in textile, weaving, and dyeing work.

The spinning wheel creaked regularly, the loom clattered, and dye vats of all sizes soaked silk threads in strange and colorful hues.

The air was filled with the distinctive scents of plant dyes and yarn.

If Moran hadn't known clearly that he was in the Black Forest, he would have almost thought it was some secluded magical textile workshop or a quiet village.

After Anna and Annie's introduction, Moran learned the story behind "Hope Village".

It turns out that after graduating from the witch academy, the two sisters returned to the Yara Empire together and found the duchy where they came from.

However, the duke who had abused and tormented them and forced them to flee had long since died tragically in the witches' daily "curse practice".

At this point, Anna and Anne couldn't help but look at Moran, their eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of amusement.

"Senior, speaking of which, you also deserve some credit for this!"

If it weren't for your suggestion that the clan compile a list of curses and blessings for the witch clan, our enemy wouldn't have died so quickly.

Almost from that time on, he began to experience all sorts of 'misfortunes,' far exceeding the torment we had suffered.

Moran then suddenly remembered this past event and couldn't help but smile.

She wanted to practice curse magic but had no enemies to curse, so she asked Anna and Anne for their list of enemies and then had the idea to recommend it to the witch council.

The compilation and maintenance of these two directories has now become one of the key tasks of the Witch Clan Association, and new directories are introduced every now and then.

If someone offends a witch too badly and their name is added to the "Witches' Curse List," any witch who studies curse magic will use the names on this list as ready-made practice material.

Conversely, names in the "Blessed Register" will receive spontaneous blessings of good fortune from the witches.

That duke was a "classic case" and "teaching example" in the early "List of Curses," and under the tireless "practice" of countless witches, he naturally could not escape his fate.

"Our great revenge was avenged in an unexpected way. While we felt relieved, we also lost our goal for a time."

Anna's gaze swept over the busy girls: "Until we met several girls on our journey who were in similar situations to us back then, persecuted and exiled, the feeling of sympathy gave us a new idea—to help more human girls like us back then."

However, our combined strength was insufficient to directly challenge the temples of the Yara Empire, nor did we possess the substantial financial backing. Finally, we thought of this place—the Black Forest, a place no one dared to enter. At least its naturally treacherous environment could protect us from outside pursuit and persecution.

Using their magical skills, the two sisters painstakingly carved out a village of hope in this land of death, which was considered a forbidden zone for life.

Anna is skilled in dark magic and cooking magic, making her perfectly suited to the Black Forest. She is responsible for the camp's defense, hunting, and ensuring everyone's food supply.

Anne, skilled in curses and sewing magic, taught the girls she took in sewing and weaving, skillfully incorporating magic to create unique magical fabrics and clothing. (End of Chapter)