Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya wandered aimlessly through the streets for a while in the early morning.

The neighborhood where Nightingale's Nest was located was unusually quiet in the morning light, completely different from the nighttime scene she usually saw.

The bakery's ovens roared, and freshly baked croissants were piled up like golden mountains in the shop window.

The witch at the florist's shop was squatting at the entrance trimming a bunch of glowing blue roses; with each cut, the glow on the petals increased.

A short queue had already formed in front of the coffee stall on the street corner. The witches in line yawned, crossed their arms, and no one spoke. Only steam hissed out of the coffee machine's nozzle, condensing into puffs of white mist in the cool air.

She bought a freshly fried churro stick, coated in coarse sugar. When she bit into it, there was a crunch, and the bread inside was still piping hot. The sweetness and oiliness exploded on her tongue.

She walked along, munching on something, and passed by the window of a magic item shop.

The shop displays rows of wands, some with feathers, some inlaid with crystals, and some with a simple wooden texture that looks like a tree branch. They all lie quietly on dark blue velvet cushions, reflecting the morning light from outside the window.

We passed a small street fountain with a crystal ball floating in the center, slowly rotating. Water flowed upwards from below the ball, bursting into countless tiny droplets in mid-air, each droplet refracting fragments of a rainbow.

After passing another old wall completely covered by glowing vines, the blue buds of the vines closed in the early morning, like countless sleeping little lanterns.

Every corner of this world operates quietly, and magic is woven into the fabric of daily life, as natural as air and water.

so good.

Miya said softly to herself.

As she walked, her pace slowed down.

I suddenly remembered something.

I've been in this world for so long, and I still haven't learned a single spell.

Although witches are strictly prohibited from using destructive magic in the city, she still yearns for that legendary magic.

Then, in his handbag, he found a letter. The envelope was sealed with a blue wax seal with the school emblem of Tsuki no Mori on it: a crescent moon holding a star.

This was the recommendation letter Meredith had secretly slipped to her earlier.

Miya stood beside the fountain in the middle of the street and turned the letter over. On the back of the envelope was an address written in black ink:

[No. 1 Central Avenue, Loren District, Moon Forest Magic Academy]

She looked up at the subway entrance across the street, put the letter back into her bag, and walked over.

Bellavita’s subway system was more spectacular than any subway she had ever seen in her previous life.

There are no turnstiles; instead, a row of crystal balls floats at the entrance. As passengers walk by, the crystal balls automatically sense the magical fluctuations and emit a clear tinkling sound, signifying that the ticket check is complete.

The platform is semi-open-air, with glowing vines climbing the glass dome overhead, enveloping the entire waiting area in a soft blue-green halo.

Instead of safety doors, there was a semi-transparent magical barrier at the edge of the platform. Whenever a train entered the station, the barrier would automatically descend, and the wind generated by the train would blow Miya's short hair back in a mess.

She jumped into the car and sat in the window seat.

So I looked out the window at the city street scene, which gradually transitioned from the red tiles and white walls of the old town to the glass curtain walls and towering Magic Tower in the city center.

The number of passengers in the subway car was just right.

There were students in school uniforms, office workers dozing off with briefcases in their arms, and a little girl sitting opposite Miya, casting a levitation spell on a plush bear with her wand.

A few tiny specks of light emerged from the tip of the little girl's wand, and the little bear floated up from her knees, then wobbled back down. Each time it fell, the little girl pouted and tried again.

Miya leaned back in her chair, looking at the little girl, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She remembered that she had been learning to paint in her previous life, and it had been like this.

At first, my drawings were crooked and messy, but I practiced them again and again. Each time I was just a little short, so I tried again each time.

Magic was probably the same thing to her.

It means doing one thing repeatedly, failing repeatedly, correcting repeatedly, and finally succeeding.

The sound of the train arriving at the station interrupted her thoughts.

[Loren District Central Avenue Station]

Miya walked out of the subway station and stood on the street of Central Avenue.

Central Avenue is one of the widest main thoroughfares in Bellavita, and the buildings on both sides of the road are much more impressive than those in the southern district where Nightingale's Nest is located.

The main gate of the Moon Forest Magic Academy is on the right side of the road.

Two enormous silver-white metal doors, inlaid with countless tiny magical runes, shimmered with a faint blue light in the morning light.

On either side of the door stood a towering stone pillar, its surface carved with reliefs of outstanding alumni of the Moon Forest throughout history. Each pillar had a different expression and posture, but they all held a magic wand in their hands, the tips of which were uniformly pointing to the sky, as if guarding some ancient secret behind the door.

Above the main gate hangs a line of school name written in magical flames.

Moon Forest Magic Academy

Each character seemed to have been washed by moonlight, crystal clear, floating in the air and slowly rotating.

Miya stood in the square in front of the main gate, slightly opening her mouth and looking up at the line of floating text.

In her previous life, when she was in college, she visited several prestigious universities, but the feeling was completely different.

The university of the past was made of bricks and cement, a stack of history and reality.

But the Moon Forest is different; it is alive.

The entire campus seemed to breathe, speaking in an almost inaudible voice about some ancient and powerful existence.

The square was packed with people.

Banners, colorful flags, and makeshift white tents were set up. Graduating students in various school uniforms flocked to the campus to visit and register, while groups of "witch moms" followed behind, carrying bags and looking even more nervous than the students themselves.

The upperclassmen, dressed in their Tsuki no Mori uniforms, held up signs and weaved through the crowd, occasionally stopping to answer the candidates' questions, their faces showing both pride and exhaustion.

A restless and excited atmosphere filled the air, and everyone's face was filled with similar longing and trepidation.

Miya knew that for the witches of this world, Moon Forest Magic University was equivalent to Tsinghua and Peking University in her previous life.

This school is their dream, and now they are standing at the doorstep of that dream.

Miya weaved through the crowd, her short stature ironically becoming an advantage.

She could slip through the gap between the two witches without even turning to the side, like a nimble little fish.

Her destination was the academicians' office area.

Meredith's letter of recommendation to her included a specific office address.

The library tower, twelve stories high, houses the academicians' research offices.

After passing through the most crowded area, the scenery inside the campus gradually unfolded before her.

The campus of Moon Forest is ridiculously large; it's more like a small city than a school.

In the central square stands a statue over ten meters tall, depicting a woman holding a magic wand, her robe billowing in the wind, her expression calm and resolute.

Miya didn't recognize her, but she guessed she was probably the founding principal of Tsuki no Mori or something similar.

Several luminous fish swim in the fountain at the foot of the statue, leaving silvery tails as they move across the surface.

Scattered around the square are several ancient stone buildings, their exterior walls covered with glowing blue vines. They are the same kind of plants she saw in the city, but the vines here are more lush, and every leaf seems to be soaked in moonlight, glowing faintly in the shadows.

It is said that the Moon Forest is the origin of these glowing vines. Hundreds of years ago, an academician accidentally cultivated this plant that can absorb magic power on its own during an experiment, and it was later promoted to the whole city.

Miya slowed her pace, looking at everything in front of her, a complex emotion welling up inside her.

She knew that her current stats were only at the level of a high school freshman, not even close to the minimum admission score for Moon Forest.

But now, standing in the world's strongest magic academy, with dappled light and shadow cast by glowing vines beneath her feet and the deep chimes of the magic tower above her head, she felt she had made the right choice.

Even just looking around, even just standing here and experiencing it, is quite nice.