Chapter 110 – Magic Q&A Class

This time it actually worked, though it cost a little more mana than with an empty watering can.

Sylph could understand that—after all, the watering can now had some herbicide solution in it.

She controlled the watering can, slowly levitating it into the air. Just like before, once it reached about one meter high, it became increasingly difficult to maintain.

She made do and started watering.

But as she continued, she noticed something was wrong.

The herbicide solution in the watering can was clearly decreasing, yet controlling it somehow required even more mana.

Without increasing her mana output, the watering can began to wobble.

And the wobbling was especially severe—even though there was only a small amount of herbicide solution inside, it was enough to slosh out and spill everywhere.

She tried to set the watering can down, but it almost seemed reluctant to comply.

Fortunately, there hadn’t been much herbicide solution in it to begin with, and after spilling some, there was even less.

Sylph cut off her mana entirely, and the watering can dropped to the ground with a thud.

She asked Mo Lan in confusion, “What’s going on? Why does it consume so much mana?”

“Probably because the watering can’s belly is bigger than the hoe’s, so its appetite is bigger too. We’re not familiar with it yet, so it’s swindling us for all the mana it can get.” Mo Lan said with a smile, “I’ve already tested its limits. To make it water a full can of herbicide solution without any waste, it costs 816 Mana.”

She had already mastered Lady Amisha’s way of phrasing things.

This time, it was Sylph’s turn to be speechless.

She really, truly could not bear to waste mana!

“Over eight hundred mana? I’d be better off just using a small spray bottle!” Sylph said. “The Witch Farming Tool Card doesn’t have a small spray bottle, but the dormitory does!”

“That’s not a bad idea. It might be like the hoe—if we spend more time Attuning it when we get the chance, it won’t be such a ripoff anymore,” Mo Lan said.

A thud sounded from behind them.

Vasida’s watering can had hit the ground too.

Seeing the look of utter frustration on her face, it was clear that yet another poor young Sorceress had been swindled by the watering can.

Now she understood what it meant to be threatened by a watering can! Mo Lan asking whether she’d eaten enough today had been exactly the right question.

If she hadn’t eaten her fill, she might well have become the first young Sorceress to be knocked flat by a watering can!

“Moira! Sylph!” Vasida ran over. “Is your watering can just as bad? Even more of a glutton than my Devouring Stomach?”

Mo Lan and Sylph both nodded, and even managed to turn around and console her. “The watering can has such a big belly—it’s only natural that it eats a lot.”

Vasida: “…”

The other young witches noticed the three of them huddled together with less-than-happy expressions and came over to ask what was wrong.

And so the news spread—the watering can was a bottomless pit, and it would even use the herbicide solution to threaten them.

Even the Sorceresses could barely handle it, let alone Apprentice witches like themselves, whose magical power was less than a tenth of a Sorceress’s.

“Are all farming tools this difficult to deal with?” Iris said in disbelief. “I remember the cooking utensils were all perfectly well-behaved!”

“Different work environments, different temperaments,” Mo Lan said. “Out here in the fields with the wind and sun beating down, doing physical labor… and the key thing is, we can barely manage the work ourselves.”

The young witches: “…”

“Let’s just keep Attuning them slowly! Once they’re properly Attuned and their tempers are smoothed out, we can put them to work then,” Sylph said. “Aren’t there small spray bottles for watering flowers back at the dormitory? Let’s bring one this weekend and just spray the weeds ourselves.”

“That’s all we can do,” Vasida said.

Amisha: “???”

Wait—were this year’s young witches really this frugal?

The potion cabinet in the tool shed right next to them was stocked with all the herbicide potions she’d placed there. They weren’t just decorations!

Oh well, frugality was a good quality too! She held back and chose not to interfere with the young witches’ own decisions.

This session of planting magic class had unexpectedly been a bit too brutal for the current batch of young witches. In a rare display of conscience, Amisha told them before dismissing class:

“Tomorrow’s Magic Q&A class is a unified session for answering any questions you have about the magic you’ve been studying on your own. If you don’t have any questions, you don’t need to attend—you’re free to do your own thing.”

“Then can we come work on clearing the farmland?” Sylph asked.

“Of course. This week’s Magic Q&A class location has been set here at the farmland, specifically so that after your questions are answered, you can use the remaining time to continue clearing the fields nearby,” Amisha said.

The young witches, who had originally planned to come back for weeding on the weekend, immediately perked up.

This was essentially an extra afternoon of time.

As for the Magic Q&A class—this week, aside from attending lessons, eating, and walking, they’d been locked in battle with the hoe. Where would they have found time to study magic? Let alone have any questions about it.

“Headmistress! We’ve only properly learned one spell so far—Culinary Magic. Do we really need a whole class dedicated to Q&A?” Cheryl couldn’t help but ask.

And Culinary Magic happened to be the one she wasn’t good at and had no plans to study in depth.

“Besides Culinary Magic, the Flame spell, Light spell, Spring Water spell, Cleaning spell, Tidying spell, and Repair spell—you’re all expected to study these on your own from textbooks! There won’t be separate classes teaching them. If you have questions, just bring them to the Magic Q&A class every Friday.”

Amisha continued, “If you’d like to use the Magic Q&A class time to self-study these spells, that’s fine too. Whether you come to class or not, I’ll be here on time.”

Every young witch present was stunned—except for Mo Lan, who had already known about this. “All self-study?”

“That’s right! These spells are all very easy to learn at the introductory level, and the textbooks are written in a simple, straightforward way. With your current reading ability, you’ll definitely be able to understand them,” Amisha said with an encouraging expression.

However, the young witches couldn’t muster even a shred of happiness.

All self-study meant they would need to squeeze out time on their own to read and learn magic.

Their already scarce free time had just gotten even tighter.

Having just been played by the giant hoe and the watering can, they were now dealt another blow by the Headmistress.

The young witches had been tormented into complete resignation, trudging back toward the dormitory like lost souls.

“Just when I thought the big hoe was hard enough to deal with, the watering can turned out to be even worse. And just when I thought the watering can was the worst of it, it turns out the Headmistress is the most difficult one of all… Ow!”

Vasida clutched her forehead.

“No talking behind my back!” The Headmistress’s voice came from thin air.

The young witches: “…”

The Headmistress had never flicked young witches on the forehead from a distance before! Vasida was absolutely right—the Headmistress really was the most difficult one of all!

Amisha No. 70, assigned to protect Vasida: “???”

What did the watering can and the big hoe being difficult have to do with her?

She was clearly the most open-minded Headmistress there ever was!

All the Amishas: “That’s right! We are the most open-minded Headmistress! Bar none!”