Chapter 372 – None of Them Going Home

Moreover, the new version of the permanent Energy Storage Card could be charged not only with Mana, but also with Gem Coins.

It was essentially like adding a 10,000-Mana energy bar to herself, greatly increasing her combat endurance.

With so much card-crafting energy at her disposal, setting aside some to hold a graduation gacha event was barely a drop in the bucket for Mo Lan.

Sylph noticed Mo Lan looking at her Status Card, but since Mo Lan’s Status Card was written in Earth’s script, she couldn’t read it. So she pulled out her own Status Card instead.

“Moira, after all this time, not a single one of my magic progress bars has turned red. What level have your magics actually reached?”

Mo Lan glanced at Sylph’s Status Card. Her rank was also Peak level now, but in the Witch Magic column, her highest-level magics were still planting magic and Plant Magic.

Planting magic was a special-branch magic based on Magic Infusion.

Plant Magic was a branch of wood-element magic.

One was at Advanced 60%, the other at Advanced 80%.

Mo Lan had already broken through to Peak level in both of these magics.

She switched the display language on her Status Card and showed it to Sylph.

Sylph was stunned by her Witch Magic column: “Every single one of your faction magics is a full major rank higher than mine! Why are they all showing faction names now? You even trained every single support-branch magic without missing one?”

Vasida, who had been watching the young witches’ commotion, was drawn over as well. She and Sylph stood together staring at Mo Lan’s Status Card in disbelief.

“Culinary Witch, Sewing Witch, Alchemy Witch, Potion Witch, Spatial Witch, Metal Witch, Green Witch, Blue Witch, Red Witch, Orange Witch, Cyan Witch, Purple Witch, Snow Witch, White Witch, Black Witch… You’re going to claim thirteen witch titles the moment you graduate? No, wait—all your Elemental Magic is at Advanced level too. You could even claim an even more impressive Elemental Witch title!”

Then she looked at her own card—she’d be doing well just to earn the Blue Witch and Green Witch titles.

They had all spent the same five years at the Witch Academy. Five years ago, when Mo Lan had first created her Status Card, the empty magic columns on her card were still fresh in everyone’s memory. They had all started from the same point, and in just five years, such an enormous gap had already opened up.

“Do we even need to go train outside the Wilds and learn magic from other races? We haven’t even figured out Witch Magic yet!” Sylph said, feeling somewhat deflated.

“What are you thinking! Learning magic during our training is just a bonus—the real goal is to quietly spread our magic to other races!”

Mo Lan said: “Your Mana growth has already slowed to a crawl, hasn’t it? There are only so many witches inside the Wilds, and to buy us time, the Witch Council has forbidden witches from mentioning the newly-emerged Sorceresses to anyone outside the Wilds.

If we want to earn more Mana, we have to go beyond the Wilds ourselves and secretly spread channels for purchasing Sorceress Magic.

Only when enough races have learned our magic will they transform from our potential enemies into allies who support us.

Otherwise, no outside race would ever want the witch clan to produce several more Sorceresses.

We have to grow into an existence they cannot shake before they even discover us, or we’ll definitely be targeted.

When that happens, we’d either have to trouble the three Elder Sorceresses for help, or spend the rest of our lives hiding in the Wilds.

Actually, as long as we don’t expose our identities as Sorceresses, our Peak-level rank and Advanced-level magic should be more than enough to handle most crises—especially since the powerhouses above Peak level are usually off exploring the Well of the Sky.”

“That’s right! Sorceresses are powerful, but before they’ve fully grown, they’re nothing at all,” Vasida agreed.

Sylph now understood the gravity of the situation too: “Then after we graduate, let’s head out of the Wilds to train as soon as possible!”

“Both your mothers have settled down in the Wilds, right?” Mo Lan asked. “Don’t you want to go back and visit them before we leave?”

If it weren’t for the fact that Mama Shana had gone off to the human kingdoms again, leaving the little cabin in Emerald Creek Plains abandoned, Mo Lan would definitely have wanted to go home for a visit.

Vasida and Sylph both shook their heads.

“After my mom found out I was a Sorceress, she wrote to me and said not to come back to her home until I’d become a Sorceress that no one in all of Valen would dare provoke,” Vasida said.

“My mom said the same thing!” Sylph said.

“Why?” Mo Lan asked, puzzled.

“Newly-emerged Sorceresses are a matter of enormous significance. Every Sorceress who grows into her power has the potential to shift the balance of the entire continent.

So before they’ve fully matured, word absolutely cannot leak out.

Even witch spouses who have already signed the Wilds Covenant cannot be told.

If we go home, there’s a risk of exposure.

Even if my father loves me and my mother dearly and would never harm a witch, when it comes to matters between races, you can’t test human nature with something like that.

That’s what my mom told me,” Sylph said.

“My mom meant the same thing.

Besides, when I first came to the Witch Academy, my mom told me that unless I planned to become a necromancy witch, I’d best not return to Gloom Valley.

It’s not a suitable place for other witches to live.

She just said to invite her and my father to visit once I’d established my own witch’s home someday.”

Vasida continued: “Actually, it’s the same for everyone. Mom’s home is Mom’s home, and your own home is your own home. After graduating and coming of age, you have to work toward building your own home—you can’t keep thinking about going back to Mom’s house and having her take care of you.”

Mo Lan: “…”

Her paternal bloodline was of unknown origin, so she didn’t have that kind of concern.

Shana hadn’t told her any of this either.

Shana didn’t even have a settled home of her own—Mo Lan wouldn’t know where to go back to even if she wanted.

What a free-spirited witch she truly was!

Thank goodness for the Golden Bird Clan helping them deliver letters. Otherwise, with witches scattered all over the place and constantly on the move, wouldn’t they all lose contact with each other before long?

“Since neither of you is planning to go home, then after graduation let’s head straight to Witch’s Town to find Senior Lilith, and start preparing to leave the Wilds!” Mo Lan said.

Lilith had been staying in Witch’s Town this past year, waiting for them so they could move together and improve their safety.

“Sounds good!” Sylph and Vasida agreed.

“I still need to go copy some books tomorrow, so let’s head back early!” Sylph said.

Vasida: “Me too!”

Mo Lan steered the flying carpet toward the castle.

The other young witches hadn’t returned yet. In the lounge, on the large bed, it was just the three of them.

Mo Lan linked her left arm with Sylph’s and draped her right arm around Vasida: “It’s our last night at the Witch Academy. Just going to sleep like this is way too boring—how about we tell ghost stories to liven things up!”

Sylph and Vasida clamped their hands over her mouth from both sides simultaneously.

“Shut it! I don’t want to be too scared to ever think back on this night!” Vasida said.

“If you dare tell one, I’ll bring out the Screaming Wind Chime Flower and have it shriek you unconscious!” Sylph threatened.

Mo Lan was deeply disappointed: “Once young witches come of age, do they really get harder and harder to tease?”