Chapter 205 – Moira, Class Is Over

After practicing the flying dagger technique for a while, Mo Lan recalled what Lady Amisha had said — that training dummies could respond to any magic just like a real person. So she cast a healing spell on the wounds left by the flying daggers on the dummy’s body.

Though the training dummy was clearly not made of flesh and blood, the wounds actually showed signs of healing. It really was an excellent sparring partner.

Mo Lan went through all the spells she had recently learned, casting each one on the dummy.

The young witches who were still puzzling over the casting instructions for the sharpening spell couldn’t stay calm after seeing this.

They couldn’t compare — there was simply no comparison!

“Headmistress, there’s no precedent for early graduation at the Witch Academy, is there?” Vasida couldn’t help but ask.

At this rate, she was afraid Mo Lan would graduate ahead of schedule.

“There isn’t,” Amisha replied, equally astonished. She had synchronized last year’s memories with No. 101 Amisha and knew Mo Lan had been reading Mo-Pic books, but she had no idea the Mo-Pic books could be this effective!

No, wait — that wasn’t right. If Mo-Pic books were this effective, they wouldn’t have been shelved and forgotten in the first place.

This wasn’t the effect of the Mo-Pic books. This was Mo Lan’s exceptional ability.

This child had the talent of an all-rounder!

Magic class had thoroughly become Mo Lan’s personal magic practice session.

She only listened when Lady Amisha was lecturing, picking up bits of magical knowledge not covered in the textbooks.

Whenever the others were learning new spells, she was practicing various magics on the training dummy, her magic level progress bars shooting upward.

The three-hour class flew by in a flash. Lady Amisha didn’t linger for even a moment, mounting her broomstick and leaving the training grounds.

The young witches followed suit, not wanting to stay a second longer either, and rushed straight for the broomstick racks.

Nothing was more precious to a witch than a free and leisurely evening after a full day of classes.

Vasida mounted her broomstick and glanced left and right — one purple head was missing. She looked toward the training dummies and, sure enough, spotted a certain figure still flinging spell after spell:

“Moira, class is over!”

She assumed Mo Lan had been practicing too intently and hadn’t heard the dismissal bell.

The magic in Mo Lan’s hands didn’t stop. She turned and called out to Vasida, “You all go ahead! I still have mana to spare today — I’ll leave after I’ve used it up!”

Sylph silently put the broomstick she was holding back on the rack, drew the wand from her pocket, and walked toward the training dummy to Mo Lan’s left. “I’ll practice a bit more too.”

She knew that Mo Lan had only learned these spells yesterday and had needed a high degree of concentration when she first started practicing in class today.

Yet by the end of the lesson, she could cast spells and chat with Vasida at the same time.

When Sylph thought about how she herself had barely managed to successfully cast the sharpening spell once right before class ended, she felt a surge of self-reproach.

The other young witches were one thing — their talent was limited, and so were their choices of magic. But she was a Sorceress.

Mo Lan’s memory was this sharp, her magic learning speed this fast, and even she was putting in extra practice. How could Sylph have the nerve to leave right when class ended?

Vasida looked up at the skylight overhead. The evening sky was so beautiful — too bad she wouldn’t get to enjoy it today.

“Sigh!” She swung her leg off the broomstick and walked toward the training dummy to Mo Lan’s right.

The young witches who had already flown up to midair and were queuing to exit through the skylight: “…”

The Sorceresses were working this hard, and they were going to leave this early? Was that really acceptable?

They were just less talented than the Sorceresses — it wasn’t like they had less drive too!

Were they really going to use their remaining magical power to go home and convert it into Gem Coins for card draws?

Cards were nice, but every witch knew that magic was the power you truly held in your own hands!

They could still tell which of the two mattered more.

Mo Lan recalled her flying daggers and noticed the clanging sounds around her had multiplied.

She looked left and right — well, would you look at that. The young witches who had been about to leave moments ago had all come back to keep practicing the sharpening spell. The competition was absolutely fierce!

No, no — she needed to buckle down and practice harder, or her magic level progress would get caught up to.

Shortly after nightfall, Lilith, having just finished dinner, mounted her broomstick and flew to the Magic Training Grounds as usual to practice the spells she had recently learned.

Ever since the Vampire Blood Card had been listed and the blood fusion spell became available for purchase, the pressure on her mana from researching the Bloodthirst Needle and blood fusion had eased considerably.

Because of this, she had taken to coming to the training grounds at night to burn through her excess mana for the day, leaving only half to ensure maximum natural recovery the next day.

Today she wanted to practice a group-attack spell called Fire Rain, which required a large indoor training ground with multiple training dummies.

The large indoor training ground she was most familiar with was naturally Indoor Training Ground No. 1, where the second-years had their magic classes. Its skylight was open too.

The moment she flew in through the skylight, she heard sounds from below. “Someone’s here?” Lilith murmured.

She passed through the corridor and looked down — well, would you look at that. The place was packed with second-year young witches!

She even brought her broomstick to a hover and pulled out her pocket watch to check: “That’s right — it’s seven o’clock!”

Didn’t the second-years finish afternoon classes at five? Why were they still here at this hour?

Looking more closely, they were still practicing the sharpening spell — probably something they had just learned in class today.

As for a certain little Sorceress who was unleashing all manner of spells, Lilith had already stopped counting her as part of the equation.

By now, the young witches’ magical power had finally been depleted past the halfway mark, making it unwise to continue. They prepared to mount their broomsticks and head back.

They had barely taken off when they ran into Lilith. “Senior, when did you get here?”

“Just now,” Lilith said. “You’ve been here since class ended?”

“Yeah! We had magical power left over, so we practiced a bit longer,” the young witches said.

When they had first decided to stay for extra practice right after class, they had thought it would be agonizing!

Seeing Mo Lan and the other two persevere had been what made them grit their teeth and push through.

But having actually practiced until now, with real improvement in their sharpening spell, they felt a deep sense of accomplishment. It had been completely worth it.

If not for running low on magical power, they wouldn’t have wanted to leave at all.

“Practiced ‘a bit longer’?” Lilith didn’t know what to say.

“A bit” was a full two hours!

What had they been like last year when afternoon classes ended?

The moment the dismissal bell rang, if they could have outflown Lady Amisha, they would have beaten her out of the training grounds.

“Senior, are you here to practice magic too? We were just about to leave — quite a few training dummies are freed up now. They’re all yours!”

The young witches filed out through the skylight one by one.

Lilith took one last look at the three young Sorceresses still hard at practice, then left the training ground as well.

On her way out, she even helped close the skylight so no other young witches would come in and disturb them.

She needed to hurry and find an empty large indoor training ground to practice her Fire Rain spell. She couldn’t waste any more time.

Tomorrow, she absolutely had to bring her fellow third-year witches to come see how the second-years studied magic.

Otherwise, after graduation, they might not be doing as well as their juniors who were a year younger!