Chapter 61: Chapter 61

She chose the orphaned Green Witch.

A girl’s fifteen years of memories flashed through her mind like a movie.

These memories were like a hard drive—she could access them whenever she needed, but they wouldn’t interfere with her own thoughts otherwise.

There were even some similarities between this girl’s experiences and her own, and their personalities were alike.

According to the memories, she had lived in the forest since childhood. A few years ago, her mother left and never returned, so she’d been living alone ever since.

Entering the Emerald World, she woke up in the body of a sixteen-year-old girl.

This body was a bit short, with dark green curly hair, a round face dotted with light brown freckles, and eyes as green as emeralds, full of innocence and warmth.

This time, the method for obtaining source energy wasn’t as obvious as before—it didn’t just display in her field of vision.

But with the continuous source energy production from the Block World, she wasn’t in a rush to find a new way to convert it. Instead, she was more interested in this world’s situation.

She curiously observed the small wooden cabin, both familiar and strange.

Seeing the bookshelves filled with old books, memories about them surged up.

Most of these books were her mother’s collection on herbs and potion-making.

Only the second shelf held seven or eight storybooks her mother had brought back from the human world.

Next to the bookshelf was a potion cabinet, but she’d already used up all the potions in it since her mother left.

On the potion table—which she’d been too lazy to clean—various bottles and jars were covered in a layer of dust. Every time she walked by, she’d sneeze a few times.

The herb garden outside was mostly overgrown too. Without her mother, all her energy had gone into tending the vegetable patch, and even then, she could barely keep herself fed.

Luckily, tonight she was to report to the Witch’s Magic School. All eligible witches could study there for free for two years.

After walking around the house, Mu Ying felt completely at home, as if she really had grown up here.

Finally, she took the admission letter from under her pillow and read it again.

On the envelope was a drawing of a black, pointed witch’s hat. Inside, the letter was written in elegant, dark purple script, almost like a painting.

Yes, she had mastered another language—two, in fact.

One was a human language and script similar to English, originating from the human kingdoms of this world and the most widely used language here. The other was a magical script, used only among witches with magical bloodlines.

“Dear Miss Mu Ying: You have been accepted to the Witch’s Magic School. Please light this letter when the first silver moon hangs high in the Wind Month, and you will arrive at the school’s assembly hall.

A set of spring uniforms is enclosed. Please change into them before entering the school. Other items will be distributed after enrollment. See the attached list for details.

Sincerely, Headmistress Melani.”

Mu Ying unfolded the item list.

“1. Two packs of parchment, two quill pens.

2. One crucible.

3. A set of potion bottles.

4. Two sets of spring everyday wear.

5. One set of spring formal wear.

6. A bag of broom grass seeds.

7. A bundle of wand wood.”"

"Mu Ying glanced at her plain, well-worn robe, which had been washed so many times it was nearly white, and decisively opened the package containing her spring school uniform.

She’d heard her mother describe the dangers of the human world too many times, and the way storybooks always depicted witches as ugly villains. After her mother was gone, she never dared to leave the forest alone.

Even though their cottage was right at the edge of the forest, not far from where humans sometimes ventured.

Humans called this vast forest at the heart of the world the “Emerald”—a treasure of the world. But no matter how they tried, they could never make it past the misty borders into the deep woods.

Witches called the land within the mists the Witchwood. The world’s only witch village lay deep inside, and witches ruled there.

The spring uniform included a witch’s hat, a satin skirt that reached her calves, a cloak, underwear, socks, and a pair of little leather shoes. Except for the underwear and socks, which were white, everything else was black.

The skirt was a bit loose at first, but as soon as she put it on, it magically shrank to fit her perfectly.

In no time at all, a little witch dressed all in black appeared.

Mu Ying gazed curiously at her new clothes. Although she’d chosen to become a druid because of her attributes and natural talents, she was actually quite interested in magic.

Besides, in this world, witches weren’t like the brainy mages of the real world—they relied on bloodline and innate gifts, more like sorcerers.

That night, she locked her door, climbed onto the roof, and waited quietly as the silver moon rose slowly into the sky. When it hung directly overhead, Mu Ying struck her flint.

The moment the flame touched the envelope, it went up in a whoosh and was gone.

Mu Ying felt as if she’d been tossed into a washing machine drum, spinning and tumbling. Just as the nausea hit, she was thrown out, stumbling several steps before she managed to steady herself.

“This school’s teleportation method is seriously rough!”

“You fell even more spectacularly last year!” someone teased.

Mu Ying turned to look at the four witches nearby, who were whispering among themselves.

They were all a bit taller than the new students, wearing the same uniform as hers, except their trim was different colors—red, blue, green, cyan, and so on. They must be upperclassmen.

On her side, the three new students were all in pure black uniforms, and none of them looked very well. One little girl had even tripped and fallen, her cheeks bright red.

Mu Ying knew the Witchcraft Academy only had two grades: the lower grade for new students, and the upper grade for those nearing adulthood.

But even with just two grades, the number of students surprised her—there were only seven witches in total. It was clear just how rare witches were.

“All right, all the new students are here. Time for the talent assessment,” announced a purple-haired witch, waving her wand. A crystal ball floated out from a cabinet on the left side of the hall.

“Who wants to go first?”

One little girl dashed up to the stage and pressed her hand to the crystal ball. Red smoke quickly appeared inside.

“A Red Witch!” someone called.

The girl showed no sign of stage fright and introduced herself confidently. “My name is Lilian.”

The purple-haired witch tapped Lilian with her wand, and a red trim appeared on her uniform.