Chapter 63: Chapter 63

A broom you raised and crafted yourself would be attuned to your spirit and personality.

Every witch saw her broom as a companion.

Mu Ying was looking forward to having her own flying broom, and the bag of seeds in her hand seemed like a real bargain.

[Broom Grass Seeds]

[Function: Plant to obtain broom grass]

[Physical Conversion: 1 Source Energy per seed]

[Item Description: Plant to obtain broom grass]

[Source Energy Conversion: Not convertible]

Surprisingly, broom grass seeds couldn’t be converted into source energy. It seemed the rules for source energy conversion in this world were different from those in the Block World.

So far, she hadn’t found any sources of source energy here, but she had discovered several items worth converting, like broom grass seeds and wand wood.

Wand wood was also 1 source energy per stick.

Of course, what she wanted most to convert was the Green Witch bloodline in this body—it wasn’t too expensive, only 500 source energy.

Mu Ying currently had 273 source energy. The villagers in Block World could provide at least 50 points a day, so in five days at most, she’d be able to redeem the Green Witch bloodline.

Then, all the witch skills she learned in this world could become real abilities in her own reality—much easier than exchanging skills in Block World.

After a bit of chatting, the three quickly became close.

Lillian and Windsor both came over to her balcony, and the three of them, hand in hand, left Mu Ying’s room together.

“Huh? All coming out of one room? You got friendly fast!” Margarita teased from by the fireplace, where she was playing with fire.

Windsor’s cheeks visibly reddened. Renee, watching her shy junior from the bar, thought of herself a year ago and called out, “Ignore her—come try some of my homemade fruit wine!”

The three obediently went over and each took a glass, sipping a little.

Underage drinking? Not a thing for witches.

Of course, that didn’t help Mu Ying’s terrible alcohol tolerance. She hadn’t expected this body to be such a lightweight—even sweet fruit wine knocked her out in one sip.

Luckily, Lucia reacted quickly, summoning a gust of wind to catch both her and her glass.

When she woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky—she’d woken up from hunger.

Remembering last night, Mu Ying covered her face in embarrassment. No wonder she had no memory of drinking, and there was never any alcohol at home—her mother must have been a lightweight too!

She quickly washed up and dashed out of her room.

In the common lounge, only Senior Rosie was there, half-reclining on the sofa with a book. When she saw Mu Ying, she waved her wand and a steaming breakfast and a cup of hot milk floated over from the dining counter.

“Hungry? I saved you some breakfast.”

The delicious smell made Mu Ying want to throw her arms around Rosie’s neck and give her a kiss.

All her words were replaced by the speed at which she wolfed down her food.

Margarita had been right—Principal Melanie’s cooking magic was terrible. Rosie was the true kitchen goddess.

Even though she’d passed out early last night, Mu Ying clearly remembered Rosie standing there, waving her wand as the ingredients sliced themselves and jumped into the pot.

“Rosie, that was amazing! I want to learn cooking magic too, so I can make delicious food for everyone!”

Images of delicious dishes from both her lives flashed through Mu Ying’s mind. Even with a full belly, her mouth watered.

“Of course! I’ll teach you once you get your own wand. None of your other senior sisters are interested in cooking magic, but it’s such a practical skill for living independently. They’ll regret it next year when their stomachs start complaining!”

Rosie’s eyes curved into crescents—witches of the same specialty always shared similar interests."

"“Where is everyone else?” Mu Ying tidied up the dishes and collapsed onto the soft sofa. Ever since the apocalypse, it had been a long time since she’d felt so relaxed.

“Lilian and Windsor saw you weren’t up yet, so they went out for a walk outside the tower. Renee is brewing wine in the workshop, and Margarita probably went hunting in the back hills. As for Lucia, she’s probably reading in the library—she’s the best at alchemy among us, and definitely the richest,” Rosie said, stroking her chin.

“Money?” Mu Ying asked blankly. Wasn’t school supposed to be free? Why would they need money?

“I was just as confused as you at first. After all, every witch tacitly agrees not to give their children a single coin.”

Rosie suddenly leaned in conspiratorially, “Let me tell you a secret—after Margarita’s first school break, her mother kicked her out and made her find a place to build her own house. Red witches are always strapped for cash; they’re mostly just good at fighting. At least my mom gave me a few seeds to get started.”

“…”

No wonder, in her memory, she’d never managed to squeeze a single silver coin out of her mother.

The common currency in this world was gold and silver coins. Paper money issued by human nations was only accepted within their own borders—witches didn’t recognize it at all.

Mu Ying took a moment to adjust to the witches’ philosophy of education, then forced a smile. “I guess I’m lucky. With my mother gone, I get to inherit a house directly—even if it’s a bit old.”

“Really? That saves you a ton of trouble. Building a house isn’t easy. I wanted to make a tree hollow house, but I haven’t found a suitable tree yet,” Rosie said enviously.

As expected, she was met with genuine envy. Witches truly never relied on others. What Headmistress Melanie said last night was spot on.

“That’s why, if you want to live independently in the future, you have to study hard! And for the things at the Four Seasons Fair, if you want something, you have to save up in advance. The fair is our only chance to leave school before each holiday. Everyone usually prepares things to sell at the fair, then buys what they want. There’s always lots of interesting stuff!”

Mu Ying knew about the Four Seasons Fair—her mother had taken her when she was little.

This world also had twelve months: Spring, Wind, Wood, Summer, Fire, Thunder, Autumn, Earth, Gold, Winter, Ice, and Water.

The months of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter marked the start of each season, also called the “Seasonal Months.” The Four Seasons Fair was held only on the night of the full moon in each Seasonal Month.

According to Rosie, the school gave them a week off after the fair, allowing them to leave campus. That was when everyone prepared for their future adult homes.

At all other times, leaving the school grounds was forbidden.

Before long, Margarita and Windsor returned. They’d come looking for Mu Ying to explore the school together, though they’d only wandered around the tower earlier.

Rosie also needed to check on the herbs in the greenhouse, so she went with them.

Even though there were only eight people at the school, including the headmistress, the grounds were quite large.

Outside the tower was a broad lawn, about the size of two soccer fields. This would soon be their main area for flight practice.

On the east side of the lawn was a small lake, said to be very deep. There was a kind of delicious silverfish living in it, though they were hard to catch. Rosie licked her lips as she described them, which showed just how tasty they were.

To the west was the greenhouse, with a medicinal herb garden and a vegetable patch outside.

Soon, they’d be having their herbology classes there.