Chapter 201 – Mathematics Class

The moment Lady Amisha entered the classroom, she set up a black board on the podium.

The other young witches didn’t know what it was, but Mo Lan knew perfectly well — it was a blackboard, plain and simple.

Other places in Valen might have something similar in their classrooms, but the Witch Academy certainly didn’t.

Witch classes were fundamentally self-study oriented, with plenty of independent reading segments woven into lectures. There was essentially no need for writing on a board, so naturally, the classrooms had no blackboards.

After setting up the blackboard, Lady Amisha placed a large water cup on the podium.

Not a crystal wine glass, but a water cup — and what was inside wasn’t wine, but steaming herbal tea.

“Is that Dewdrop Blossom floating in there?” Sylph said to Mo Lan, sounding a bit uncertain.

“Yes,” Mo Lan confirmed.

“What’s a Dewdrop Blossom?” Vasida asked.

“Dewdrop Blossom — a low-grade magical plant, used as an ingredient in cough-remedy potions. It soothes and clears the throat, protecting the voice.”

“The blue-robed Lady Amisha doesn’t like drinking but prefers health tonics?” Vasida said incredulously. “Each of the Headmistress’s incarnations has their own hobbies?”

A Beyond Peak level witch couldn’t possibly catch a cold, and even if she did, a single potion would cure it instantly.

Brewing this stuff could only mean Lady Amisha wanted to drink it herself.

The black-robed Lady Amisha usually drank wine, and never used the same drinking vessel twice.

Only when eating small cakes would she pair them with black tea.

“The Headmistress’s incarnations should all be quite fond of drinking,” Mo Lan said.

Every time she checked the sales records on the card shop, there was always a large batch of wine orders from Lady Amisha.

That much wine, purchased that frequently — there was absolutely no way a single Lady Amisha could drink it all.

Just as Lady Amisha finished brewing her tea, the Academy bell rang right on cue. It was nine o’clock.

She cleared her throat. “Mathematics class — derived from the Earth mathematics knowledge that Moira brought us. This is a course designed to help everyone improve their computational abilities. I hope you’ll all take it seriously.

Now, let us begin…”

Seeing that Lady Amisha had been lecturing for over ten minutes straight without pausing to let them read on their own, and was simultaneously controlling a piece of chalk to write on that black board — having already filled half of it — the young witches finally understood why Lady Amisha had brought throat-soothing tea this time.

She wasn’t going to keep lecturing the entire time like this… was she?

Having finally finished explaining one complete topic, Amisha asked the young witches, “Did everyone understand?”

“Yes!” The young witches all nodded.

Even Mo Lan felt deeply gratified. See? She’d said it wasn’t hard! The textbook really was written at a very basic level.

“Then please do the exercises on page two of the textbook — the few problems in Practice Set One!” Amisha had finally found an opportunity to take a sip of water.

Mathematics class was really draining on the Headmistress!

The young witches buried themselves in their work.

They answered quickly, and when Lady Amisha read out the answers, the results were quite good — barely any mistakes.

After all, it was only a few addition problems within ten. Anyone could work them out just by counting.

Lady Amisha then continued lecturing through the next section.

While the young witches listened to the lesson, Mo Lan turned her attention entirely to the young witches who were listening.

They were clearly all keeping up, and the in-class exercises were going well too.

She was relieved — witches’ mathematics could be saved!

When the three-hour mathematics class ended, the young witches collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

This class was completely different from every theory course they’d taken before.

It clearly didn’t feel that difficult — they could understand everything — but after three hours of class, it felt like they’d taken exams for three straight days. Their brains were exhausted, their stomachs were growling.

They stared intently at Lady Amisha, ready to bolt from the classroom the moment she left and fly back to the Dormitory to collapse.

The workbook homework she’d just assigned had gone in one ear and out the other. They had absolutely no desire to even flip it open.

It wasn’t due until next Wednesday anyway — no rush at all. They’d do it on the weekend at the earliest!

Just as Lady Amisha was putting away her teacup, Mo Lan suddenly stood up and rushed to the podium. “Headmistress! I won’t be attending the mathematics classes going forward.”

“Mm.” Amisha nodded. She’d actually been about to ask why Mo Lan had even come to class today!

Strictly speaking, when it came to mathematics, she — the Headmistress — was actually Mo Lan’s student!

While studying these mathematics textbooks, she had consulted Mo Lan for guidance on several occasions.

When this course was first established, they had already agreed that Mo Lan didn’t need to attend.

The young witches who were eager to leave: ⊙︿⊙

Not surprising. Truly not surprising at all.

They’d all seen the name “Moira” in the editor’s column on the title page of Mo Lan’s《Basic Mathematics》.

But that didn’t stop them from being envious.

Lady Amisha finally left, but the young witches suddenly lost all interest in the upcoming lunch break. Even the joy of not having mathematics class for the next seven days was diminished.

What was a brief little lunch break? What was seven days without mathematics class?

A certain young Sorceress never had to attend mathematics class ever again!

And it was the brain-draining, witch-exhausting mathematics class at that!

Mo Lan had created a brand new course, “blessed” all the young witches with it, and yet earned herself a free Wednesday morning every week.

“Why does everything feel so sour?” Vasida sniffed. “Nobody’s eating Breadfruit though!”

Then she looked at Mo Lan, and it all made sense.

The human-shaped Breadfruit was right here!

“Why are you all staring at me like that?” Mo Lan met the young witches’ gazes and rubbed her arms, feeling a sudden urge to flee the classroom.

The young witches: “Thank you so much! You really put your heart into the mathematics course.”

Mo Lan brushed aside that hint of strangeness and smiled, waving her hand dismissively. “Not at all! I just provided the textbook. It’s all thanks to Lady Amisha!”

“If you’re not attending mathematics class, will you still take the math exams? If not, you’d miss out on over ten Magic Gold Coins a year!” Vasida said. “Maybe you should still attend?”

Mo Lan shook her head. “Missing out is missing out. This year’s course load is heavy, and free time is even scarcer. I can use the mathematics class time to study Mo-Pic books instead. Time is more important than coins!”

The key point was that given the Witch Council’s future plans and vision for the Energy Storage Card, she wouldn’t be short a few Magic Gold Coins down the road.

“Heavy course load? How is it heavy?” Iris asked, puzzled. “There are only these few required courses. The class hours look longer, but now that we fly to and from school on broomsticks, we actually have more free time in the mornings and evenings!”

“Elective courses!” Mo Lan said.

Iris was even more confused. “Each elective is only one hour. Honestly, Common Language is useful enough on its own. The rest you can take or leave… Wait, you’re not planning to take all of them, are you?”

Mo Lan nodded. “And it’s not just me — Vasida and Sylph have to take them too!”

Vasida and Sylph: “???”

Since when were they planning to take every single elective?

The young witches stared at the three of them in shock. “As expected of Sorceresses!”

How to put it — suddenly, Mo Lan skipping one mathematics class didn’t seem like a big deal anymore.

She’d dropped mathematics class, but made up for it with electives.

Their hearts were at peace.

And looking at Vasida and Sylph, who had to attend both mathematics class and every single elective, their hearts were even more at peace.