The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

After chatting with the Dean's clones for a while and satisfying all their curiosity, Moran and the others reluctantly followed Sylph through a hidden spiral staircase to the next floor of the Dean's lounge.

"There's such a big space down here!" Lilith exclaimed in surprise, looking at the open area before her.

“Yes! I’ve been to the Dean’s lounge so many times before, and I’ve never noticed there was another floor below!” Moran was also very surprised.

"The area above is mainly the rest and office area for the Dean of Academic Affairs and the Dean of Guardianship's avatars. This is the Dean's main body, as well as the rest area for other avatars who handle personal matters," Sylph explained.

The Dean's Golden Cup serves multiple purposes, including supporting the college's teaching and management, and is also one of the most important benefits of the position.

The witches who actually apply to become dean are rarely after the fixed salary of 100 units of primal magic crystals and 10000 ordinary magic crystals per year. The vast majority are after the clone function that allows them to handle multiple tasks at the same time, greatly improving efficiency and freedom.

After Ms. Amisa emptied the place earlier, Sylph simply decorated it according to her own preferences, which was just right for entertaining her friends.

With the clones handling the academy's complicated affairs, the dean himself can focus on his own tasks.

As soon as they sat down, Vasita felt the communication card she was carrying flashing rapidly.

She took out the card, a look of surprise on her face: "Igniva? Didn't he swear last time that he would break off all ties with me for a hundred years?"

With a touch of curiosity, she opened the chat window.

The next second, her eyes widened suddenly, and she couldn't help but gasp softly. She immediately projected the communication content to share with everyone.

[Igniva: Vasita! Look! It's the Fireworks Witch! Lady Anita is here! She's fighting with my mother! [Image], [Image], [Image]]

The photos sent by Igniva were set against the backdrop of a magnificent dragon island.

In the first photo, the enormous red dragon, comparable to one that blots out the sky, exudes boundless dragon might. In contrast, Anita, holding the legendary firework wand, stands calmly. Fireworks, like a blazing fire, have painted half the sky like a celebration. Even from the picture alone, one can feel the chilling aura of destruction.

In the second photo, an ancient dragon's breath, hot enough to melt mountains, collides violently with a dazzling, condensed firework, unleashing terrifying ripples that distort space itself.

In the third photo, Anita fires a solid firework magic bullet, accurately hitting the dragon's body and blasting the red dragon into the azure sea below, creating a towering column of waves.

[Igniva: See that?! That's the Fireworks Witch! I knew it! I knew she was still alive! All those rumors about her demise are complete nonsense! She's still as incredibly powerful as ever!]

[Igniva: I grew up watching Lady Anita and my mom's "friendly" sparring matches! Even though my mom is the acknowledged strongest dragon, she can never beat a fireworks witch whose magic level is even lower than hers. How could a witch whose fireworks are like a natural disaster possibly perish so easily!]

[Igniva: Please, Vasita! For the sake of how badly you beat me last time, could you please get me a signed autograph from Lady Anita? If you can get it, my previous promise to break off our friendship is immediately void! No, I owe you a dragon's favor!]

……

Igniva was still bombarding everyone with excited messages, each one brimming with a desperate desire for an autograph, while Vasida's communication card kept flashing. This scene made Moran and the others burst into laughter.

"I never expected that Igniva would be such a fervent admirer of Senior Anita!" Sylph said with a hint of surprise.

Vasita was also puzzled. She looked at the sky-covering red dragon in the projection, then at the familiar "defeated opponent" in the communication, and murmured, "I didn't expect... his mother was actually the strongest dragon Meredith? Then how come he... is so weak?"

“Where is he weak?” Lilith couldn’t help but speak up for Igniva. She pointed to the earth-shattering battle scene on the projection. “Who are you comparing him to? His mother, or Anita? He’s already the strongest among the younger generation of dragons, isn’t he? It’s not that he’s too weak, Vasita, it’s that you’re too strong!”

"Sigh! I really want to see it live!" Moran looked at the powerful and beautiful battle pictures, her tone full of longing and regret.

Such a peak showdown is thrilling even just looking at still images.

It wasn't that she couldn't go, but she had concerns that going along would inevitably be seen as being watched.

Red Dragon Meredith was, after all, one of the leaders of the dragon race and a senior figure. Having just been blasted into the sea, the scene must have been rather disheveled.

If the younger generation sees this, they might lose face, which could affect the crucial negotiations that follow.

For the sake of the bigger picture, she had no choice but to suppress her curiosity.

"I've got it!" Vasita's eyes lit up as she came up with a brilliant idea that would benefit both sides. "I'll have Igniva secretly record the match! We can use the replay to get Anita's autograph!"

She immediately looked down and quickly replied to Igniva.

Almost as soon as the message was sent, Igniva's reply came back in a flash:
[Igniva: What's the problem? To be honest, I've been filming for a while! I started recording from the very first second of their standoff! I'll send you a copy later! But please, please don't let anyone else see this! If it gets out, I'm afraid my mom will kill me! Killing me isn't the worst thing; if she takes the opportunity to confiscate my savings, that would be the real death of me!]

Afterwards, Moran and the others enthusiastically followed Sylph to visit the legendary greenhouse where the fairy race lived. Immersed in that vibrant greenhouse, they temporarily put the fierce battle on Dragon Island behind them.

It wasn't until nightfall that new news finally arrived from Igniva.

He sent me the complete, ultra-high-definition video of the battle, which faithfully recorded every exciting moment from the standoff to the end.

Moran, Lilith, and Sylph immediately had Vasita forward the message, giving each of them a copy, which they treasured as if they were precious gems.

Before long, all of their communication cards started vibrating.

In the core group chat of the Starry Sky Hall, a message popped up from Anita:

[Anita: Done! A permanent invitation to be a best friend in the world of Seran, plus a limited-time invitation with 420 years remaining—I've got it! When are we leaving for the Celestial Realm?] (End of Chapter)