Chapter 91 – Knowledge Is Power

Mo Lan had never coveted the Headmistress’s cloning ability as much as she did right now!

The young witches kept saying she was an overachiever, but how could she possibly compare to the Headmistress!

Mo Lan couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Headmistress, is your cloning ability a type of magic? I don’t recall seeing anything like it in The Witch Magic Catalog.”

Amisha looked at her and blinked, then asked temptingly, “Want to learn?”

“Yes!” Mo Lan nodded without hesitation.

If she could learn it and split into a hundred or so clones—one attending classes, several reading books, and the rest all studying magic—would she ever have to worry about not becoming powerful?

“With your aptitude, you’ll certainly have the chance,” Amisha said enigmatically.

Mo Lan thought she meant she could learn it now, and was instantly thrilled—only to hear Lady Amisha say, “I’ll tell you on the day you graduate.”

Mo Lan: “…”

What a tease!

“Alright, hand over your Grimoire!” Amisha said. “These workbooks don’t have Transcription Runes yet. I’ll transcribe them all for you. Read through them quickly—your upperclassmen are waiting to study from them too!”

Mo Lan reluctantly summoned her Grimoire.

Amisha cast a Peak-level Transcription Spell and began transcribing into Mo Lan’s Grimoire, one workbook at a time.

These weren’t neatly organized standard volumes like those in the library—sometimes a single workbook required several booklets to fully transcribe.

It was fortunate that Mo Lan’s Grimoire had enough blank pages, or it wouldn’t have been able to hold everything.

The young witches, heads buried in their own battles with the workbooks, caught a glimpse of Mo Lan up at the podium, nearly hidden behind the towering stack of books, and felt a faint twinge of sympathy.

They hadn’t heard Mo Lan’s conversation with Lady Amisha.

But they recognized Mo Lan’s Grimoire, and they could clearly make out the terrifying words “XXX Workbook” printed on those volumes.

Mo Lan was exempt from the Fundamentals of Magic Theory, History of Witches, and World History workbooks, but the Headmistress had transcribed even more workbooks for her.

And ever since she came down from the podium, her eyes hadn’t left her Grimoire for a single moment.

Sure enough, no young witch could escape the judgment of the workbooks.

Suddenly, they all felt a sense of balance.

Mo Lan’s workload was admittedly heavy. Lady Amisha had emphasized multiple times that she should finish reading them as quickly as possible, so workbooks could be arranged for the young witches in other grade levels too.

But she wasn’t nearly as resentful as the young witches imagined.

On the contrary, she was reading with genuine enjoyment.

To save her the trouble of transcribing and cross-referencing textbooks, Amisha had inserted the corresponding textbook chapters into this batch of workbooks.

Reading the workbooks was essentially the same as reading a theory textbook complete with practice problems—packed full of fresh knowledge.

Moreover, these were all theory courses that wouldn’t be taught until second year and beyond. The textbooks were kept in the upper-year reading rooms—normally inaccessible to someone at her current level.

But now, because she was helping the Headmistress review for gaps and check whether the question design had any issues, she could access this knowledge ahead of schedule.

With her eidetic memory, this was effectively the same as self-studying all future theory coursework in advance.

Lady Amisha had also promised her that once she finished proofreading this batch of workbooks, she would be exempt from all theory course workbook assignments for every grade level going forward.

For theory classes, she would only need to attend the classroom Q&A sessions and the monthly exams.

And most crucially of all, the proofreading work came with compensation—a full three red gold coins!

How was this any different from getting paid to study?

So Mo Lan read willingly, and she read with extraordinary focus.

The other young witches were deep in misery, and the moment the noon bell struck twelve, they couldn’t help but cheer inwardly, looking up at Lady Amisha.

“Class dismissed!”

The instant Lady Amisha left, they immediately set down their pens.

“Finally, class is over!”

“These workbooks—even a dog wouldn’t do them!”

“I’ve never missed writing essays as much as I do today!”

“Moira, oh Moira, you didn’t mention that the ‘reading materials’ you prepared were like this!” “Hm? Where’s Moira?”

Finally, one of the young witches remembered Moira—the inventor of the workbooks.

“Over there! Still reading!” Cheryl jerked her chin toward the front.

“Moira! Class is over!” Vasida picked up a workbook and walked over to rap on Mo Lan’s desk.

Only then did Mo Lan snap back to reality. She looked up and saw that Lady Amisha was no longer in the classroom. “Class is over?”

The young witches: “…”

Just look—Lady Amisha must have given her so many books that it fried her brain!

“Yes! Class is over!”

Vasida slapped the Fundamentals of Magic Theory workbook down on the desk in front of her. “O inventor of workbooks—terrifying, ah no, great Lady Moira, please tell me, how do I solve this problem?”

“I didn’t invent the workbooks…” Mo Lan said helplessly. She glanced at the question Vasida was pointing to and, rather than giving her the answer directly, walked her through the problem-solving approach.

Vasida’s eyes lit up with understanding. “The workbooks on Earth may have been invented by someone else, but the inventor of Valen’s workbooks is none other than you!

Every young witch will remember your name!”

If she hadn’t ground out that last sentence through clenched teeth, Mo Lan might actually have believed it was a genuine compliment.

The headaches and frustrations students had with homework—how could Mo Lan not understand?

Looking at the resentful eyes of the young witches, Mo Lan said:

“Do you know? In my previous life, in the world I came from, that country was once incredibly peaceful and prosperous.

The nation’s laws protected the safety and interests of every single person.

Murderers, thieves, bandits—anyone who harmed others would face the punishment of the law.

Whether you were powerful or weak, the law protected you.

Studying and passing exams was the easiest path for anyone to gain wealth and status.

Even if your studies weren’t great, it just meant working a bit harder in the future, earning money with a little more difficulty. With the law’s protection, the vast majority of people could live their lives safely.

Most people studied only so they could get into a good school, find a good job, and live a better life.

But the world of Valen is different. Here, the strong are revered, and power is the only truth.

We study not just for a living, but for survival.

Theory classes teach knowledge that is absolutely essential for understanding this world.

Here at the Academy, all you need to do is read books and work through exercises.

After graduation, when you encounter real danger, you’ll need to survive first before you even get the chance to learn.

Since the Sorceresses appeared and the Wilds came under the dominion of Sorceresses and witches, there have been no open witch hunts, it’s true.

But that doesn’t mean witches are absolutely safe when traveling abroad.

After graduation, there won’t be a Lady Amisha standing guard behind us forever.

The Sorceresses can’t be responsible for the life of every single witch.

Our fate rests in our own hands.

Knowledge is power—it is the capital we need to survive.

The way I see it, anything that helps us study more efficiently and master more knowledge can only be a good thing!”