Chapter 217 – Draconic Is Deafeningly Loud

This was terrifying!

Who said Draconic had no barrier to entry? The volume requirement alone was a barrier!

The sound of Lady Amisha reading the Draconic alphabet was absolutely deafening.

Mo Lan had no choice but to turn down the video volume a little.

In the video, Lady Amisha gestured for her to repeat after her.

Mo Lan hesitated for a second, then drew a deep breath from her core: “Bo~”

Lilith and the others all turned to stare at her in shock: “???”

What had gotten into Mo Lan?

After a moment, the deafening sound of Draconic came through their earphones too.

Only then did they understand — Mo Lan had been reading Draconic words.

The Draconic lesson was pure torture on the young witches’ throats.

Before class ended, Amisha rubbed her ears and said, “Remember to drink some soothing throat potion to fix those wrecked voices of yours. If you can’t brew it, you can also pick some Dewdrop Flowers and steep them in water — it’s just a bit slower to take effect.”

After Lady Amisha left, Vasida turned to look at Lilith and said with great difficulty, “Senior… *cough cough*… soothing… throat… potion — can… you… brew it?”

Her voice sounded like a duck being strangled by the neck — grating beyond belief. Lilith couldn’t help wanting to laugh, but thinking of her own condition, she found she couldn’t laugh after all.

She opened her mouth and, in an equally hoarse voice, forced out two words: “Can’t… brew.”

She had studied potions to some extent, but she hadn’t devoted nearly as much effort to them as she had to magic and alchemy. A soothing throat potion — something she’d previously thought she’d never need in her entire life — naturally wasn’t something she’d bothered to learn.

She hadn’t expected to be proven wrong so quickly.

Vasida sighed in disappointment. It seemed they could only pick Dewdrop Flowers and steep them in water.

If even their senior couldn’t brew a soothing throat potion, how could the rest of them — young witches who had just entered their second year and had only learned recovery potions, insecticide potions, and herbicide potions — possibly know how?

《Complete Collection of Witch Potion Recipes》 had only just appeared on their second-year elective reading list!

Wait — there was still Mo Lan!

“Moira, can you?”

Mo Lan didn’t even open her mouth. She simply nodded.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak — she had long since lost the ability to make a sound.

The other young witches had only sat through one Draconic lesson. She had gone through two at double speed.

She’d been reading Draconic at twice their frequency, and the damage to her throat was twice as severe.

While they could still croak out a word or two, Mo Lan had already lost her voice halfway through the lesson. Even the parts that required reading aloud, she could only recite in her head.

Normally, Vasida and the others would have immediately asked Mo Lan when she’d learned to brew it.

But right now, they all seemed as though they’d been born taciturn.

Mo Lan stored the tablet projector into a card and gestured for them to follow her.

The five young witches hurried along with quick steps, mouths firmly shut, “fleeing” out of the Castle — only to run into the last people they wanted to see in the Castle corridor: the first-year juniors.

“Good afternoon, seniors!”

Mo Lan smiled and nodded in response, her feet never slowing for even a moment.

The others followed her lead, keeping their mouths clamped shut even if they could still make sounds.

The first-year witches watched them disappear around the end of the corridor, falling into deep confusion: “Why did the seniors suddenly become so aloof?”

“How is that aloof? Senior Moira even smiled!”

“But they didn’t say a single word to us!”

While the young witches puzzled over this, Bertha slapped her thigh: “I’ve got it!”

Seeing all the other witches looking at her, Bertha explained, “The Headmistress said that the second-year seniors are the hardest-working class she’s ever taught — they even study voluntarily during breaks! It’s lunch break right now, and the seniors were all rushing somewhere with purpose, and then they bumped into us dawdling around the Castle…”

The unspoken implication was clear to all. A wave of guilt swept through the young witches: “Let’s go, let’s go! Back to Attuning our pages!”

Mo Lan and her group hurried to the broom shed, grabbed their brooms, and flew straight to the Herb Garden.

On the small path through the woods near Greenhouse No. 1, Mo Lan held her Grimoire open to the soothing throat potion recipe, pointing things out to her companions.

Finally, she pointed at the watch on her wrist. The young witches indicated they understood, and each headed off into the woods in different directions.

Fifteen minutes later, they reconvened outside the red house with freshly gathered magical plants.

Mo Lan took the magical plants and brewed a pot of soothing throat potion right then and there.

The green, viscous potion hadn’t even fully cooled before Mo Lan produced a set of wooden spoons, handing one to each of the four companions gathered around the cauldron.

Then she took the lead, scooping up a spoonful and blowing on it haphazardly before shoving it into her mouth.

It was warm going in, and then an explosion of coolness burst forth, rolling from the tip of her tongue down into her throat. Mo Lan immediately felt the burning sensation in her throat ease considerably — though there was still a feeling of the potion coating her throat.

Seeing this, Lilith didn’t hesitate for a second and scooped up a spoonful for herself.

Granted, not bottling the potion and instead eating it with a spoon was a bit unusual, but her throat couldn’t wait any longer.

Vasida glanced at Sylph, then at Iris, her eyes urging them on.

Only after they’d each taken a spoonful did she make her move — claiming everything that was left.

After the cool sensation in her mouth gradually faded, Mo Lan used the Spring Water spell to pour herself a cup of clean water and drank it down in one gulp.

The viscous soothing throat potion was immediately dispersed, and a wave of coolness even more intense than the first time washed over her.

Once this second wave of coolness subsided, Mo Lan felt her throat completely at ease. She tried a light cough: “It really worked!”

Her voice had returned to normal too.

Ever since she’d started watching the Mo-Pic edition of 《The Witch’s Complete Potion Comperta》, she’d been practicing a few batches of basic potions whenever she came by to Attune her Broomstick Grass.

The soothing throat potion was something she’d learned during that time.

But she’d always judged whether a brew was successful by the potion’s color and consistency, and rarely tested the effects herself.

Today was her first time actually drinking a soothing throat potion, and she hadn’t expected the results to be so immediate.

The other young witches’ throats had recovered as well.

“I had no idea Draconic was this hard to learn! Are we going to have to take a sip of soothing throat potion after every few sentences from now on?” Iris was already having second thoughts.

Going to Delicacy Island didn’t necessarily require learning Draconic — the common tongue was perfectly usable for communication. It just didn’t carry the same advantages as Draconic.

“I noticed that in the instructional video, Lady Amisha spoke for a full hour straight and her voice was still perfectly fine — she didn’t drink any potion either. I think we’ll probably adapt to it over time!” Lilith said.

Mo Lan affirmed her senior’s assessment: “I checked 《Draconic Dictionary》, and it does mention that a Draconic learner’s throat gets conditioned through the process of studying the language.”

Only then did Iris hold back from giving up.

“Regardless, we need to stock up on soothing throat potion,” Sylph said. “At least it’s only a basic potion, so it’s not too difficult to brew.”

“Even if it’s not difficult, it’s not something you can learn to brew in just a couple of days,” Iris said.

“There are still extra ingredients here. I’ll brew another pot, and everyone can take some back as a supply for now!” Mo Lan said.

Iris and the others didn’t stand on ceremony with Mo Lan — they genuinely needed some potion to tide them over.