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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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The time when the moon tilts to the other side. She has a heart full of lingering regret. The sun dyes her empty place with a golden blush.
At that time, named with the pretty word ‘dawn’, Chichi was awake alone, her notebook soaked with contemplation and academic passion.
“The mana in his body is resonating with my magic. Just my magic? No. If my magic resonates, all other magic will resonate too. Why?”
In her fine, pretty fingers, a strand of Delrin’s hair was held. Chichi stared intently at that thin thing and wrote down her thoughts and opinions.
A peculiar constitution… Or talent… Or a unique ability of that child… Blessed by God?… Or related to the demon race?
“What is it, what is it…”
Not only the headmistresses, but even the so called foolish magicians of the secular world could not stand against her magic.
She had trampled on the noses of all sorts of girls with only her innate talent and natural sense.
But…
Her magic was broken by a boy who wasn’t even born with mana?
“Hoo… pumpkin porriidge…”
That baby, sprawled on the bed and looking for pumpkin porridge even in his dreams, did he even know what he had just done?
She remembered her childhood.
The great witch Lipinella had told Chichi when she was a girl. Your magic has no more room for improvement. You are no longer a student, but a professor.
Hearing those words, Chichi, thinking she had received a compliment, smiled brightly and headed home, but only after a few days did she realize.
There is no longer a witch in this Raftel who surpasses me.
There is no more magic for me to learn, and no more teacher to teach me…
The young girl who had decided to reach the pinnacle of witches once she became one, achieved her dream that day.
And the dream achieved way too quickly disappeared, leaving a void somewhere in her heart.
She’s no longer practiced magic. Because her magic had already been evaluated as perfect. Because no one dared to even try to evaluate her magic.
Her interest was only directed towards [other witches who were trying hard to bloom].
Perhaps her special interest was an expression of envy towards the girls of her age who held the dream she had lost and a strong desire.
But I digress…
Rather than talking too much about Chichi’s past, let’s focus a little more on Delrin’s situation.
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He was in a state where he had eaten Chichi’s pumpkin porridge until his stomach was bulging, and even in that state, he was looking for pumpkin porridge, saying “Pumpkin porriidge…”, but his hardships and trials had not even begun yet.
“Delrin… Let’s go.”
Ah.
Now it has begun.
Chichi, who had been muttering all night thinking about Delrin’s strange power, used her blue magic to lift Delrin into the air, and in that state, placed him on a broomstick and took him somewhere.
The faint chill of dawn, and the warm light that would soon wash away that chill.
Chichi, walking in the receding twilight, led Delrin to the witch academy in the center of Raftel.
That place was quite large and tall, and could be described as a castle.
Even Delrin, who was chattering about pumpkin porridge while riding a broomstick, had silly thoughts like, “I wonder if Harry Potter lives here?” when he saw that wonderful scene.
A feeling like a medieval cultural asset made with great care.
And yet, it was cozy enough to embrace many people, and yet, it was eerie due to the various pumpkin decorations, spider shapes, skeleton like things guarding the main gate, and strange patterns engraved on the ceiling.
However, the farther inside he went, the eeriness disappeared and only the mystery of the witch academy, which ran on magic, remained to greet Delrin.
Books flying around, flapping their wings like birds, and a headless knight patrolling the corridor…?
No… that’s more like Armors without helmets. Although the inside was empty, they moved around as if they were alive, came up to Chichi, gave a polite bow, and went back to patrolling. Strange beings.
Stairs that moved here and there in time with Chichi’s footsteps. Women in paintings who giggled at Delrin, who was placed on a broomstick.
And quite… another witch, who, unlike the witch Chichi, was wearing very neat clothes. A neat appearance with not a single bit of skin showing.
“Ah! Chichi…”
“Shasha, have you been well?”
“Of course. Oh my… you’ve brought a wonderful teaching aid. Everyone will be happy.”
“I feel at ease now that you say so. Thank you. Will you be observing too, Shasha?”
“No, no. I’m a bit busy today. And playing [games] with men isn’t my taste.”
“Oh dear. That’s a shame. I thought you, of all people, would like this kind of [game].”
The two smiled. However, that smile was just a formality, to the extent that it was enough to make onlookers guess their relationship.
“Well then.”
“I’ll be on my way too.”
With a short greeting, the two split up again and went to their respective destinations.
The witch named Shasha, as she passed by Delrin, who was placed on a broomstick, seemed to unconsciously scan him with her eyes, but as if it were an embarrassing thing, she let out a series of coughs and walked straight on.
Witch society shuns sexual things. It is even more shunned if it is something done with a man.
Among witches, the perception that ‘men are infinitely lacking and incomplete beings’ is prevalent.
Whether that is the self consolation of witches who cannot have men by their side, or if men are actually lacking and foolish, is unknown, but anyway, in witch society, sexual desire for men is considered a very [young and immature desire].
Nevertheless, the witches, who value knowledge the most, periodically kidnap a man and conduct all sorts of classes with his body.
In that process, the [young and immature witches (adults)] either give up their attachment to men and devote themselves to the development of magic, or they turn their tastes to the desirable [homosexuality] with other witches.
This phenomenon resembles the homosexuality between men that is known to have been prevalent in ancient Greece, and the love between women, which is considered perfect, has become the desirable form of love!
Thus, to reinterpret what Shasha, who had just given Chichi a verbal jab, said, it would be something like, [Young and immature Chichi. You’re going to play games with a man? Anyway… this is why young ones are no good~].
Because Chichi achieved so much in such a short period of time, such envy always follows her. To the other witches living in the same era, she is an object of envy and admiration, but also an object of endless jealousy.
The reason she was put in charge of the biology and mana circulation classes was probably also due to the envy of the other witch teachers.
The logic that since they themselves were mature witches who were not suitable for handling dirty men, Chichi, who was younger than them, should be in charge of all those classes.
Of course, since it was just a ‘liberal arts class’, Chichi didn’t particularly care. She thought that the envy was just the struggle of incompetent witches who found her an eyesore, and she was actually interested in men, and…
She was still young compared to the other witch teachers, so her mind and values were not yet stained with desirable homosexuality. She was still more faithful to the instinctive desire and need for men to want women, and women to want men.
And this was the same for the other young and young witches of the witch academy, so they were waiting with fire in their eyes to hear the [sex education taught by the best witch of the century, Chichi]. How could they bear it?
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“Now, everyone be quiet…”
Inside the endlessly buzzing lecture hall.
The witches, who were squeezed together because there weren’t enough seats, were in a state where there were more than 12 of them sitting on a chair that usually sat about 6 people in a line.
And yet, there were not enough seats, so there were about 30 witches standing and listening.
It was really an explosive reaction. It was a pitiful situation that other witch professors would click their tongues at if they saw it!
“I didn’t know so many of you would come. For the ‘Advanced Mana Calculation Course’ that I usually teach, everyone is making a fuss about not wanting to take it.”
The witches giggled. A good lecture atmosphere continued.
Of course, for Delrin, who was just blinking his eyes in a daze in the middle of it… it was not a good atmosphere at all.
What is this?
What are they doing now?
“It’s alright. I believe that curiosity about men is a natural instinct. Some use the expression ‘immature and inexperienced’ for this desire and longing… but in my opinion, the attraction to men is an instinct of women. The attraction of men to women is also an instinct. The instinct between the two sexes is a kind of homework… that was inherent from the time God created us. It means that the two should meet and create descendants.”
-Kyaa!
Exclamations erupted from the young witches. They, who followed her around calling her Unni outside of school, and listened to her lectures calling her Professor inside school, blushed and smiled slyly at each other when a lewd word came out from Chichi, whom they considered their role model.
“We witches also cannot escape from this homework. There is a limit to gathering abandoned children from the secular world. For the witch society to function properly, shouldn’t we give birth to new witches? If we rely on the mechanism of bringing them in from the outside, the independent survival power of the witch society will be lost. So we all need to know about the life process that will create new witches. Yes… sex…”
The lecture hall went crazy at Chichi’s words, which she uttered with a smirk. They put their heads together with the friends sitting next to them and giggled, some even screamed, and some covered their flushed red faces with their hands…
“Let’s look at the sex you’re thinking of later, and today I’ll first tell you about men. The name of this child who will help with today’s class is Delrin. You’ll be seeing him in the future, so please remember his name.”
With those words, Chichi instantly stripped Delrin’s clothes off. The delicate movements caused by the blue magic wriggled like tentacles and made Delrin naked.
“Eh, eh?”
Delrin, who had suddenly had his body completely exposed, endured while trying to suppress his embarrassment.
Because Chichi had promised to make him delicious pumpkin porridge if he just stood still without resisting.
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