Chapter 179 – A Smashing Promotional Success

After confirming that every senior had received a flyer and was properly informed about their Sorceress Magic, Mo Lan and the others prepared to slip away.

“Happy graduation, seniors!”

They had come brimming with anticipation and left with pockets full of Mana.

“Selling magic really pays! In just that short time, my total Mana jumped by 100 today!” Lilith said excitedly. “The magic we sold all practically requires a Blood Card to use too, so that’ll bring in another big batch of disposable Mana later! No more splitting every last bit of Mana in half to make ends meet!”

Truthfully, Lilith’s Sorceress Magic did not require its users to buy Blood Cards, but since Lilith did not sell the Blood Analysis spell it was a much simpler prospect to just buy Blood Cards. What else would fifth year little witches do? Go ask a Vampire for some blood?

“Hehe~ we’ve finally gotten to experience Moira’s kind of joy!”

Vasida had actually earned more today than Lilith. All twenty-eight seniors had bought her Apprentice-level recovery magic, and combined with the sales to Mo Lan, Sylph, and Lilith, she’d raked in a total of 155 Mana.

The Food Cards had also sold quite well, though the devouring magic and the various Trash Bin Cards had only sold moderately.

Still, it had far exceeded her expectations.

“I’ve decided! Tomorrow I’m going to hand out flyers to the second-year and third-year students! The fourth-years don’t live in the Dormitory, so hopefully they’ll see the poster outside the library before they reach fifth year!” Sylph said.

Though she had sold the least magic today, her earnings had still far surpassed what she’d anticipated.

She figured that compared to the fifth-year seniors who were about to have no fixed residence and couldn’t focus on planting until they found a place to settle down, the other young witches still at the Academy would have a much higher demand for her magic.

Especially the first, second, and third-year witches who had farmland.

She absolutely had to get the word out to them.

“Let’s go together tomorrow!” Lilith and Vasida chimed in.

Mo Lan was deeply gratified. Her companions were finally taking the initiative to plan magic promotions on their own, which meant she could relax a bit:

“Though there were a few hiccups along the way, today’s promotional event was absolutely a smashing success!

Keep up the great work selling magic, everyone. And don’t forget to write up your Sorceress Magic inheritance books and submit them to the Headmistress to bring to the Witch Council library. You can slip a flyer in with them too! There’s a huge market outside the Academy waiting for us! The first-year enrollment ceremony is also a great opportunity to hand out flyers!”

Having ignited her companions’ enthusiasm for selling magic, Mo Lan gracefully bowed out and plunged right back into her sea of books.

It wasn’t until the day of the new student enrollment ceremony that she finally turned her attention to other matters.

At eight in the morning, Mo Lan’s Dormitory room was already bustling with activity.

At a cost of five Prepared Food Cards per person, she had invited Vasida, Sylph, Iris, along with second-year seniors Lilith and Quilin, third-year senior Tera, and fourth-year senior Tris to join her at tonight’s enrollment banquet, where they would cook dishes using her soon-to-be-released new seasoning pack cards for everyone to enjoy.

All of them were young witches with Culinary Magic talent at the Beginner level or above.

She needed to teach each of them how to use every type of seasoning pack card before the ceremony began, so they could give live demonstrations during the banquet.

Originally, she could have simply used the cards to conjure up a whole table of seasoned dishes, but Mo Lan felt that wouldn’t be eye-catching enough. Food appearing out of thin air would look no different from the Headmistress’s Magical Feast.

Having these seniors cook the dishes on the spot was meant to attract attention and serve as a demonstration.

Seasoning Pack Cards were inherently easy to cook with—even a complete kitchen novice could manage—so these talented young witches picked it up even faster.

In less than an hour, they had all met her requirements.

To make the evening demonstration feel more authentic, Mo Lan had also prepared corresponding Ingredient Cards.

After her recruited helpers left, Mo Lan copied out a fresh stack of flyers and a large poster.

She started getting herself ready in the afternoon.

After tonight, she would be a second-year witch—a senior herself.

Her first appearance before the new juniors had to be dignified.

For once, she didn’t use a Cleaning spell to quickly deal with hygiene, and took a proper bath instead. Then she changed into the outfit she had specially prepared for tonight.

Her shortened School Robes were officially retired today.

Her wardrobe had been entirely replaced with new clothes she’d made while practicing Sewing Magic, each set already coordinated into a complete outfit.

She had enough to wear a different outfit every day for a full week in the new school year.

The so-called Academy School Robes were really just basic clothing issued by the Academy. Once you learned Sewing Magic, what you wore was entirely your own choice—there was no uniform dress code.

The outfit she wore today still had a predominantly black outer robe, but with purple patterns embroidered along the edges and hems.

A miniature card, face-down, was embroidered on the chest.

At first glance it looked much like the School Robes issued to new students—not particularly extravagant—but a closer look revealed the differences.

Underneath was a fitted, deep purple dress that extended just past the hem of the outer robe, revealing an elaborate layer of ruffled skirt.

Add to that a matching witch’s hat—understated yet refined—and a coordinating crossbody bag, and the senior look was complete.

“Oh right! The magic insignia!”

Mo Lan pinned an insignia symbolizing proficiency in all schools of magic next to the miniature card design on her chest.

Finally, she had the Magical Hair Ribbon—a gift from Mama Shana—tie her hair into a pretty half-up style. Mo Lan gazed at herself in the mirror: “Perfect!”

Once she’d finished putting herself together, it was nearly time.

Mo Lan grabbed her crossbody bag and headed out.

“Oh my! Moira, you made a new outfit for the enrollment ceremony?”

Vasida looked at Mo Lan’s clothes, then back at her own, and instantly felt like a complete mess.

She also had a talent for Sewing Magic, but just like with Culinary Magic, talent didn’t equate to skill or technique.

Over the break, she had poured most of her energy into researching her Manifested Gift, and had barely managed to get through the magic books available in the First-Year Reading Room and learn the spells within.

She genuinely hadn’t had the energy to learn sewing.

What she was wearing now was still the same School Robe she’d been issued at enrollment—plain black through and through, without a single splash of color.

As for the fit, well, that was another sad story entirely.

Over this past year, her Mana had grown, her abilities had grown, and her knowledge had grown—but her height hadn’t grown much at all.

The School Robe hadn’t gotten short at all; it still fit just fine.

It was just a bit worn in places from frequent use, but she’d fixed everything with repair spells.

She had never cared about whether her clothes looked nice or not, but seeing what Mo Lan was wearing, she suddenly felt that pretty clothes really were important.

Then she glanced at Sylph—still in Academy School Robes. Wait, no! Those buttons that looked like real flowers weren’t on the original robes.

“Sylph, did you make new clothes too?”

Sylph gave a slight nod. “My old robes had gotten too short. It took me several days, but I finally managed to make one that fits.”

“Then what about these flower buttons?” Vasida sniffed the air. “I think I smell something fragrant?”

“They’re stone cloves—a mutant variety of clove flower. The blooms harden when they come in contact with water, so I used them as buttons,” Sylph said.