Chapter 1078 – Mo Lan’s Headmistress Daily Life 10

【The rewards for the Graduation Survival Game and final exams have been distributed. All fifth-year young witches must return to the Academy Castle via the teleportation gate before Independence Day to attend the graduation banquet.】

The fifth-year young witches in the outer region, having just escaped yet another round of survival games, hadn’t even caught their breath before their {student cards} all vibrated simultaneously.

Sylvia leaned against a tree trunk, her eyes downcast as she scanned the notification. A weary smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Finally… it’s over.”

The bushes nearby rustled, and Tessa crawled out looking utterly disheveled, a few dead leaves still clinging to her hair—yet wearing her signature radiant grin. “Hey! I finished every question on this exam! For the last practical combat question, I straight-up flipped the magical beast over!”

“You still have the energy to talk…” Dorella’s voice came from the other side as she staggered over, her robe splattered with mud.

Evelyn was the last to appear. She walked at her usual unhurried pace, but the exhaustion in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Over the past half month, between dealing with the endless traps of survival games and squeezing in time to complete the final exams, she had been run so ragged that she’d barely slept at all.

“Let’s go,” Sylvia straightened up. “Back to the Academy.”

On the other side of the teleportation gate was a rest room prepared specifically for graduates, located next to the library.

Pushing open the door, they found soft sofas and spacious beds—the entire class of young witches was resting here.

The four young witches walked in. No one said a word. They simply found a bed each with practiced understanding and collapsed flat onto them.

“I hereby declare,” Tessa’s voice came muffled from her pillow, “that I’m going to sleep until the end of time.”

“Seconded,” Dorella said softly.

Evelyn had already closed her eyes.

Sylvia lay on the bed closest to the window, gazing at the ceiling. Suddenly, she let out a soft laugh. “Time really flies, doesn’t it?”

When she woke again, it was already the morning of Independence Day.

Tessa was sitting on the edge of her bed, idly swinging her legs.

Dorella was nestled in the sofa opposite, leafing through a book she’d produced from who-knows-where.

Evelyn was still asleep, breathing evenly.

“Awake?” Dorella looked at her. “Good timing—we were just discussing what to wear to the banquet.”

“Our School Robes, obviously,” Sylvia sat up, rubbing her eyes. “It said so in the notification.”

“I know, but I want to wear a nice blouse underneath!” Dorella gestured enthusiastically. “My mom mentioned in her last letter that the graduation banquet is one of the most important occasions in a witch’s life—we should dress nicely!”

Tessa stroked her chin. “I’m going to swap my hair ribbon for a new one! What style should I pick?”

Evelyn had woken up at some point and chimed in drowsily, “You all… are only starting to think about this now… isn’t it a bit late…”

“Not late at all!” Tessa opened the Card Shop. “Come on, come on, let’s look together!”

*

When evening arrived, the doors of the Great Hall stood wide open, soft light spilling out from within.

The fifth-year young witches, dressed in brand-new School Robes, filed in by twos and threes.

Their steps were far steadier than five years ago, their gazes holding less naivety and more certainty.

Sylvia walked into the Great Hall shoulder to shoulder with her three companions.

At the head table, four Headmistresses sat—all looking exactly alike.

Even after five years, the sight still struck the younger generation of girls as somewhat surreal.

But Sylvia’s gaze lingered on them for only a moment before being drawn to the dazzling spread of food on the long tables.

For two whole years, they had been without a fixed home in the outer region, tormented daily by every manner of survival game and exam.

To save up for things they’d need after graduation, they’d been reluctant to spend Gem Coins on ingredients. Most of the time, they could only forage in the mountains and forests for something to eat.

Now, with dishes, desserts, and drinks radiating the most tantalizing aromas laid out before them, it felt like the height of luxury.

“Gurgle~”

Someone’s stomach growled first. Then, one after another, the sounds of people swallowing their saliva filled the air.

The Headmistresses on the stage had long anticipated this scene. They simply watched with warm smiles. “Begin.”

It was a feast in every sense of the word.

At first, no one spoke. There was only the gentle clink of cutlery and the occasional sigh of satisfaction.

Two full years of deprivation seemed to be repaid in this single meal.

Once every stomach was full and every expression had turned sated and languid, the main event of the banquet—the Hat-Bestowing Ceremony—finally arrived.

Mo Lan walked to the front of the stage and, just as every Headmistress before her had done, began to recount the origins of the ceremony, along with the story of the Life Weaving Art and the Witch hat of the deceased.

The Great Hall fell utterly silent. The young witches listened with bated breath, some with eyes glistening faintly red.

When the last young witch had donned her hat, five years of time had finally reached its end.

It was at that moment that the corners of Mo Lan’s lips curved ever so slightly upward.

Anyone who knew her could tell at a glance from that particular arc—nothing good was about to happen.

“Farewell, children.”

The instant her words fell, the space before every young witch warped simultaneously, and teleportation channels like black holes burst open!

Before they could react, their respective Guardian Headmistresses appeared behind each of them, reached out, and gave a firm shove.

“Aaaaaah——!!”

Screams erupted one after another.

Sylvia felt a force strike her back, and her entire body tumbled uncontrollably into the darkness—spinning, rolling—exactly the same as when she’d first enrolled five years ago!

Only this time, no one was left dizzy and disoriented by the fall.

Witch’s Town, on Spring View Island.

Adult witches had gathered in small clusters, holding wine glasses and watching with beaming smiles as black holes twisted into shape in the air above.

“Here they come, here they come!”

“The first one! Oh my, she landed that steadily? How boring, how boring…”

“The second one stuck the landing too… tsk.”

“This batch of kids reacts so fast—not a single one looking the least bit flustered.”

“Ever since that mysterious Headmistress who refuses to reveal her name took office, the young witches’ adaptability has gotten stronger year after year, and our fun has gotten less and less…”

“Tell me about it! Remember when we got spat out back in our day? Now that was entertaining!”

“These kids nowadays—sigh—so dull.”

The group of adult witches shook their heads and sighed theatrically, though their voices carried unmistakable laughter and pride.

After Sylvia landed steadily, she glanced back at the seniors still chattering away and let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Sylvia!” Tessa’s voice rang out from nearby. “Come quick! There’s a bonfire market over there!”

Sylvia hurried over, and before long Evelyn and Dorella had joined them as well.

They wove through the crowds, stopping at every little stall to browse, and kept going until dawn.

Spring View Island gradually grew quiet. Sylvia gazed off in the direction of the lakeside cottage.

Dorella fiddled with her {Academy card}, which had just switched to paid mode. “My mom sent a message—they’re having morning tea in the backyard! She says we should all head back for a visit if we’re free.”

“What are we waiting for?” Tessa was eager to get home.

Although young witches were expected to begin living independently once they came of age, and a mother’s home didn’t necessarily mean it was one’s own home, that didn’t stop her from being desperate to see her mom and chat about her post-graduation plans.

After all, for her, it had been five years since she’d last seen her mother.