Chapter 193 – First Flight

The little witches immediately followed after her.

They hadn’t gone into the greenhouse today, instead waiting right at the greenhouse entrance for class to start — all because they wanted to begin learning to fly as soon as possible!

After all, you couldn’t exactly have a flying lesson inside a greenhouse.

Following the Headmistress all the way, they arrived at the middle of the farmlands.

Here there was a very large plot that was entirely lawn.

Before, when Mo Lan and the others passed through here, they had no idea what this lawn was for.

But now they knew.

“The farmlands here are open with good visibility — perfect for beginner flight practice.

This plot is all planted with cushion grass. If you fall, it will catch you and soften the impact, so there’s no need to be afraid.

Of course, I — and your Guardian Headmistress — will also be watching over your safety at all times.

Your Broomstick Grass was planted by you personally, absorbing traces of your magical power and Mana every day, and the brooms were also made by your own hands.

A broomstick like that will be even more obedient than your Wands.

Everyone line up side by side first, then mount your brooms and grip the handle tightly…”

Amisha held her Wand at the ready, prepared to rescue any little witch, before saying: “Now, tell your brooms that you’re ‘ready’ to take off! Note — ‘ready’ to take off, not actually take off!”

The little witches had already been studying Magic for a year, and they were quite practiced at issuing this kind of command.

Even Mo Lan didn’t hesitate in the slightest.

Before, she would have been curious about how a broom could understand witch language, why brooms could fly, why you could control a flying broom without injecting Mana, what the energy source was… a whole pile of questions, and the textbooks had no answers.

But now, she was a Mo Lan who had read 《Unsolved Mysteries of Witches》.

A broom made from Broomstick Grass that had been Attuned for so long before growing to maturity — of course it could understand its owner’s commands.

It was no longer an ordinary broom. It was a witch’s broomstick — it was called a flying broomstick, so flight was simply an innate ability.

That a broomstick could fly was just as natural as a witch having Magic.

Energy? Who said flying broomsticks didn’t consume energy! The book clearly stated that after flying for a long time, they would get tired and need to rest — and resting was just recovering their stamina, wasn’t it?

As long as you kept Attuning them regularly, a broomstick’s stamina would keep improving. It was the same principle as raising a little witch — the better they ate, the stronger they grew.

At Lady Amisha’s command, not a single little witch hesitated. They straddled their brooms directly, hands gripping the handles, the broom heads drooping slightly and dragging on the ground.

This was the pre-flight posture — illustrated in the textbook and quite simple. Having studied the flight course materials, they all executed it to standard.

Mo Lan took a deep breath and said to her broom in her mind: “I’m ready to take off!”

Immediately after, she felt a lightness in her hands as something supported her bottom — a bit hard, actually.

Today, for ease of flying, she was wearing trousers and hadn’t put on her long robe. She would worry about proper flying technique wearing skirts later.

Looking down, she could see that the broom head that had been dragging on the ground had floated up, supporting her bottom and leveling out with the handle.

Compared to being a farming tool or a cleaning implement, the broomstick was practically like her own flesh and blood — so attentive, so obedient, without the slightest ambiguity.

The last trace of unease Mo Lan had felt vanished the moment her broomstick responded to her without hesitation.

Exclamations rang out around her. Mo Lan looked left and right — all the little witches’ brooms had floated up.

Every single broom was that obedient to its owner. Not one failed to respond when its owner called. Mo Lan recalled reading in a book that a witch’s Magic Infusion was equivalent to a Sorceress’s Manifested Gift, an angel’s wings, or a Dragon’s body — and it seemed to be true.

This was the innate racial talent of witches. Every little witch was born with it, unlike magical talent, which varied from person to person.

The broomstick, made from Broomstick Grass cultivated through long-term Attuning of wild weeds, was a derivative of that talent.

As for why it was a broom and not a carpet or something else — that too was impossible to explain.

“Attention — relax your hands. The direction you press the handle determines your flight direction!”

Lady Amisha’s voice pulled Mo Lan back from her thoughts. She quickly focused her attention on what Lady Amisha was saying.

“Let’s first practice low-altitude straight-line flight. Lift the handle slightly — just a tiny bit will do — then tell your brooms to rise slowly, hover at about three meters off the ground!”

This time, even after Lady Amisha had finished speaking, still not a single little witch took off.

It wasn’t that their brooms were disobedient — they were still settling their nerves.

The little witches were extremely excited about their imminent takeoff, but the more excited they were, the less they dared to fly immediately.

Recklessness was never a good thing. For witches who valued freedom and independence, maintaining calm and caution was essential.

You had to stay calm when casting spells, and you needed to be even calmer when flying.

Mo Lan also took several deep breaths before the hand gripping her handle lifted slightly upward, as she directed her broom in her mind:

“Slowly now, fly up a little, about three meters… okay okay, stop!”

She successfully hovered in the air.

How to describe it — it was just like playing a video game. As long as you didn’t press random buttons on the controller, your character wouldn’t move erratically.

Broomstick flight seemed to work the same way. As long as she held the handle steady without applying random force, it would stay level and wouldn’t change direction.

As long as she didn’t carelessly give the broom commands, it wouldn’t randomly speed up or slow down either.

Everything was controllable, as long as she kept her hands and her mind in check.

After her, the other little witches also lifted off the ground one after another, flying up to roughly the same height as Mo Lan before having their brooms hover in the air.

“Don’t grip too hard — let the brooms fly forward slowly at a constant speed.”

“Good! Just like that! Start slow and get used to it!”

“You’re approaching the edge of the lawn — prepare for a left turn. Gently pull the handle slightly to the left. One at a time — Moira, you lead. Maintain your current speed, don’t accelerate.”

“Yes yes yes, just like that — that’s how you turn. Learn to control the timing and angle of the handle shift based on your speed! Next — Vasida!”

One by one, the little witches slowly completed their first left turn, transitioning from flying side by side to flying in a line.

Mo Lan was in the lead, with the other little witches following behind her one after another.

After flying for a while, another left turn came. This time, without needing Lady Amisha’s reminder, they drew on their earlier experience and passed through one by one without incident.

After the fourth left turn, Lady Amisha signaled for them to prepare to push the handle down, decelerate, and land.

“Wonderful! For a first flight, everyone completed their first lap and landed perfectly!” Amisha praised. “Take a break — in three minutes, we’ll begin the second test flight.”

At that moment, Mo Lan quietly let out a sigh of relief, released the broom handle, wiped her sweaty hands on the hem of her clothes, then rubbed her bottom and stamped her stiff legs.