Chapter 164 – Teleportation or Broomstick

Generally, the only Magic not found in 《The Witch Magic Catalog》 was Magic that had been researched by witches still alive, or Magic brought back from other realms.

“No, it isn’t,” Amisha said. “That’s a specialized Magic exclusive to the Academy’s demiplane—a spatial gate opened by borrowing the plane’s spatial laws.”

“Only the demiplane’s masters, the three Elder Sorceresses, along with the Academy’s guardian Headmistresses and my main body, can use it.”

Mo Lan thought to herself—no wonder the black-robed Amishas always rode broomsticks to class! They didn’t have permission to use the Academy’s planar spatial gates!

The person before her was also wearing a black robe, but hers carried a distinct magical glow—it was a magical robe. All ten of her fingers bore magical rings. Could this really be the Headmistress’s main body?

Mo Lan observed the Amisha before her with curiosity.

Apart from somewhat more luxurious equipment, she seemed no different from the clones.

“So, what do you think? Want to try teleporting? This time it’s an intra-planar transfer—short distance. It won’t be as rough as when you enrolled. It’ll be over in the blink of an eye,” Amisha asked.

Mo Lan shook her head and said without hesitation, “I want to ride the broomstick!”

She had already experienced the Academy’s spatial gate, but she’d never ridden a broomstick!

However: “Can a broomstick carry passengers?”

“Of course it can!” Amisha touched the ring on her left pinky finger, and a broomstick of pure gold appeared in her hand. The next second, it was put away again. “Not this one!”

She touched the ring on her right ring finger, and another one appeared… it should be a broomstick, right?

Mo Lan thought uncertainly.

This broomstick’s handle was unusually thick and furry, and the tail end was fluffy like a fox’s tail.

She really couldn’t imagine what kind of weed-grown Broomstick Grass could produce a broomstick with this effect.

This one also appeared for only a second before Lady Amisha seemed to realize she’d grabbed the wrong one again.

Mo Lan seriously suspected that Lady Amisha was showing off her broomstick collection to her. Otherwise, how could the golden broomstick, the furry broomstick, the broomstick with a little desk mounted on the handle, the rocket-launcher-shaped broomstick… all flash by one after another? She’d gone through the rings on all ten fingers before finally finding the right one.

“Oh, so it was in this ring! Broomsticks can’t be stored in the same spatial container, and I don’t use this one often, so I forgot which ring I put it in!” Amisha said, holding a large broomstick.

This broomstick was similar to the standard model she’d seen the Lady Amishas and senior students riding—even plainer, really. Neither the handle nor the bristle head had any extra modifications.

It was just one size larger than a regular broomstick, with a longer handle and a bigger head.

The large broomstick floated beside Lady Amisha. She straddled it, then patted the space behind her. “Hop on!”

The handle was long, and there was still plenty of room in the back.

Mo Lan felt a bit nervous. Even now, she still didn’t understand the principle behind riding broomsticks.

A grass that was grown from seed, fashioned into a broomstick, and witches could ride it and fly.

Why grass? Why a broomstick? Why only witches? These were also among 《Unsolved Mysteries of Witches》.

Not understanding the principle left her feeling uneasy, but with the Headmistress accompanying her, surely nothing would go wrong?

With that thought, Mo Lan steeled herself and swung her leg over. “Huh?”

The sensation beneath her was nothing like she’d expected.

She had originally assumed that a broomstick handle was just a stick—sitting on it would surely be uncomfortable.

It was fortunate that witches had a natural gift for broomstick riding. If a human man were to ride one, it would probably be no different from torture.

But it turned out to be nothing like that at all! She felt as if she were sitting on a soft cushion, with support behind her back that was equally soft. Even around her waist, she could feel something securing her.

It was as though the moment she sat down, a soft reclining chair with a backrest had appeared to cradle her, and had even fastened a seatbelt around her.

“How is it? Don’t be fooled by this broomstick’s plain appearance—it can carry three people! All its features are configured for maximum comfort, and it’s easy to maneuver too. The only downside is speed—it’s the slowest of all the broomsticks in my collection,” Amisha said. “Ready?”

“Rea—AHHH!”

Before Mo Lan could finish, the broomstick shot into the sky like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Her hands grasped at nothing—she hadn’t even grabbed the handle yet!

Her heart leaped into her throat.

Wind slapped against her face, and her entire upper body was thrown backward.

Amisha only remembered she’d forgotten to activate the wind shield when she heard the screaming behind her. She touched a small tornado icon on the broomstick handle and adjusted it to a pale cyan color.

The next moment, Mo Lan felt the wind die down.

The speed was unchanged, but the gale had become a gentle breeze, and she could sit upright again.

“Hahaha! Thrilling, isn’t it? Your first time in the sky—you’ve got to be decisive about it!” Lady Amisha’s laughter carried back to her.

Mo Lan: “…”

This was what the Headmistress called “a bit lacking in speed”? If the slowest one was already this fast, how fast was the fastest?

She estimated they were going at least a hundred kilometers per hour—and they’d hit that speed instantly!

If she hadn’t been secured to the cushion, she would have definitely tumbled right off the broomstick.

The wind had died down, but the speed hadn’t decreased one bit.

In just that short time, they had already flown past the Breadfruit Grove!

After the initial shock of the sudden acceleration wore off, Mo Lan began to appreciate the joy of flight.

What she’d imagined broomstick riding to be: gripping the handle tightly with both hands to steer, facing harsh winds and rain head-on, with nothing but a hard stick digging into her backside.

What broomstick riding actually was: a soft cushion beneath her, a seatbelt and backrest, like sitting on a plush sofa. She could even free her hands to do whatever she wanted, and wind and rain were blocked entirely.

This made her look forward to next semester’s flight classes.

However, all that anticipation came to a screeching halt with one question: “Headmistress! Is it easy to make a broomstick this comfortable to ride?”

“Easy! An Advanced Alchemy witch can make one,” Amisha said. “It’s mainly the runes for constant-speed flight, Mana manipulation, and passenger capacity that are a bit more advanced.”

At this point, Mo Lan still held a sliver of hope: “Then what are the broomsticks taught at the Academy like?”

“No runes at all,” Amisha said. “They can fly, and that’s about it.”

Mo Lan: “…”

So her earlier assumptions hadn’t been wrong after all—it was just that Lady Amisha’s broomstick had been modified.

Advanced Alchemy Magic… it seemed she was still a very long way from riding a broomstick this comfortable.

“We’re here!” The broomstick decelerated and landed on the largest outdoor training ground.

The training ground was covered in gravel and yellow earth, dotted with craters of various sizes—some scorched black, some still holding water.