Chapter 944: Lucianne and Ai En

“You ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍really are here. So it turns out that once you lost those glamorous identities, you couldn’t even maintain a normal life.”

Lucianne ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍turned a corner and looked at the somewhat bedraggled figure.

Even ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍though she had clearly prepared words to mock her, when she finally said them, they did not bring her any happiness.

And ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍that figure was precisely Ai En Gailand

That ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍youth who had thought she escaped from the secret realm, enduring the humiliation of Witchification, taking the most important information out to seek help.

But ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍no one had expected that once she fainted, she would remain unconscious for three or four days.

When she woke up again, what important news?

It had long since become known to everyone.

And she had also been completely abandoned by the Wizard Academy.

In her fury, she went to find her leader, the senior who had brought her here.

Before she could even open her mouth to question him, she was met with a slap that knocked her to the ground.

The Wizard Academy would not want a witchified wizard apprentice, even if it had been forced, they would not want one.

The Wan Shi Wu Club, adhering to the normal process, wanted to handle transfer procedures for her, but Ai En Gailand shoved them away and left, roaring words like how in this lifetime it was impossible for her to be a witch.

But she forgot something very important, and that was that at this moment she was at the Witch Academy.

At the moment she was “discharged,” she did not bring her storage equipment with her, she had no witch implements at all.

When she went back to look, she was told they had been taken away by her original companions.

After all, she was no longer a wizard apprentice and was not qualified to continue holding things from the Wizard Academy.

This reason made Ai En curse furiously, but it was of no use.

Right now, at most she could rely on her own condition to cast some witchcraft parlor tricks.

No witch implements, no casting materials, no experimental tools—nothing.

At this moment, the only thing she had was a companion witch-gu insect that had been mandatory during the wizard apprentice period, still following her.

But… all of this had no meaning.

The main use of her witch-gu insect was companionship.

It was for a wizard to symbiotically share vitality in terms of immortality, and to resist witchcraft, curses, and other esoteric resistances.

Without active offensive witchcraft, naturally there was no means of self-defense.

But fortunately, this was the Witch Academy, and the safety of life was still well guaranteed.

This was unlike the Wizard Academy.

Over at the Wizard Academy, as long as you left a transcendent wizard’s wizard tower, that was a dangerous area!

You might suffer anything, including but not limited to vendettas, jealous provocations, instant-death curses without cause, robbery, and so on.

As long as you were not discovered, it was basically fine.

Even murder—so long as there was no evidence, mentors would not care.

And this kind of evidence-less method was mostly curses.

So the vast majority of wizard apprentices’ witch-gu insects had curse resistance, because without these things, you would not have even the slightest sense of security!

Only wizard apprentices taken into a wizard tower by a mentor would be a bit safer.

After all, killing a wizard apprentice inside a wizard tower was slapping a transcendent wizard in the face!

Did you really think a transcendent wizard couldn’t trace which little *brat did this?

This was just that they generally disdained to care.

During this period, these were the days Ai En lived the worst yet the safest.

In the past, when she came to the Witch Academy, she always mocked these weak witches for not having even a bit of crisis awareness—if someone ambushed them at that time, it would definitely succeed.

But after “wandering” the Witch Academy these days, she was instead incomparably glad that where she was now was the Witch Academy.

People were like this—always moved in some unintentional places, and yet they liked to stubbornly refuse to admit it.

And now Ai En had met the person she least wanted to meet in her life!

Lucianne!

At this moment, the other party’s clothes were neat, while she herself was a total mess; the other party wore a faint smile and was relaxed and unhurried, while she shrank in the corner and did not want to be seen.

Her original clothes were completely gone.

If it were not that in this Witch Academy you basically could not find any men’s clothing, she would not have been dressed like this.

Even if there were, she did not have money to buy it.

This mismatched outfit had been given to her by a kind older sister who ran a clothing shop, seeing how pitiful she was.

Although she had also quietly asked whether there was men’s clothing, she was refused by that older sister on the grounds of not pushing her luck.

Otherwise, she could only walk around this academy in that set of patient clothes.

“How does it feel to be a witch?”

Lucianne asked.

She raised her hand and threw over a bag of bread, taken from the bakery.

As someone who had walked this path, she absolutely counted as Ai En’s “senior.”

That extreme inner distortion and resistance, the double torment of spirit and flesh, forced her to face such a self.

She understood it too well.

That moment when you turned your head, long hair brushed across your neck, a hair-flicking habit formed in just a few days… the slightly swollen chest you accidentally touched when raising your hand, making you unsure whether to look or not… the figure you used to care about gradually becoming the figure within your own aesthetic.

More crucial was the hygiene issue that had to be faced!

As if things everywhere in life were reminding her of the fact she wanted to forget.

The more you cared about something, the more anything you did would make you think of it.

Lucianne had gradually accepted such a self.

But obviously, Ai En had not.

“Get lost! Don’t let me see you here! You damn pervert.”

Ai En’s voice was somewhat strange—slightly hoarse, plus a deliberately lowered pitch.

But the tone quality was very clear, unable to hide the fact that she was already a youthful and beautiful girl.

“I suggest you don’t use this kind of voice when talking to seniors passing by. You’ll easily stir up those perverted seniors’ desire to conquer, and your tone sounds a lot like you’re acting cute.”

Lucianne did not leave her any face at all, tearing apart the last trace of disguise in her heart.

This feeling was like angering a dirty little kitten and watching it let out a soft, babyish “angry roar.”

For an instant, she suddenly understood the angle from which that senior Daphne had looked at her.

For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward, because Ai En realized that no matter what she said, it was already useless.

She was also a smart person.

So-called hysteria was only hiding the conflict and helplessness in her heart.

No one had the courage to commit suicide just like that, and Ai En was the same.

Or, someone who dared to commit suicide, upon entering the Wizard Academy, the next day, might not even need to do it themselves—they would already be dead.

Those who could reach here had naturally already eliminated those with suicidal tendencies in their hearts.

Ai En wanted to live, but not in this posture.

“This is pointless… hmph! There isn’t even a bit of the pleasure of great revenge achieved.”

This was Lucianne’s truest thought at this moment.

In the past, she had imagined many similar scenes.

But after she finally did it, there was no joy, only lament.

Could it be because this Magic Power Source had not been stuffed in by her own hands?

But it did not matter.

Sure enough, great revenge only had meaning when it had not yet been repaid.

She also found herself a bit laughable—so she was that vengeful?

Looking back, the reason she had such an obsession was only because back then, on the active volcano of the Bobapus Archipelago, she had been mocked once.

She held a grudge all the way until now.

Sure enough, were women all very vengeful?

Lucianne also had to sigh at this “truth,” as if even she could not escape this kind of law.

Faced with Lucianne’s mockery, Ai En said nothing.

The weak had no right to be angry!

Even if she had once been a genius, she had also walked through this process—she was simply experiencing again the powerlessness of weakness.

She only hoped Lucianne would leave quickly.

The Witch Academy could not kill people—she had already recognized this very clearly.

But Lucianne very clearly still would not let it go, and continued to ask.

“Are you going to be like this for your whole life?”

“……”

“The Ice Snow Throne secret realm has already been moved away from the Witch Academy, and people from the Wizard Academy won’t come again.”

“……”

Ai En was still silent.

“This semester is over.”

Lucianne spoke again, but something somehow poked Ai En’s heart, making her speak again.

“The semester is over?”

“Yeah, what… do you also have parents you can’t let go of?”

Lucianne asked.

After all, she was like that, and she was still thinking about whether she should go back during this break.

“……I’m an orphan.”

“Is that so? Fine… I’m starting to envy you. At least you don’t have this kind of trouble like I do.”

Hearing Ai En’s words, Lucianne suddenly felt she was being sentimental.

So from beginning to end, the only one troubled by this kind of worry was herself.

After she “was forced” to choose to leave the Wan Shi Wu Club, Lucianne already knew what she would encounter.

Her parents would no longer enjoy the family’s support; they would return to their former life.

And this was still the best ending.

Never overestimate the bottom line and humanity of a family.

How could everything possibly be considered over just because she quit the club?

They had used so much, spent so much—making her spit out everything they had eaten was the family’s style.

Don’t think a family with such a huge scale wouldn’t target small people like them.

With that huge scale, it should be said like this: there were plenty of people willing to do ruthless harm to that old couple to curry favor with the family.

It was also thanks to the Witch Academy’s Curtain Wall cutting off most real-time signal communication; perhaps that old couple had already blown up her phone by now……

Had she become cold-blooded and heartless?

Was she not considering her parents’ life and death?

In Tan Han’s words, the culprit behind everything was the family.

She had not changed—she now hated those family people even more.

No matter what Lucianne was thinking at this moment, Ai En felt extremely puzzled by the Lucianne in front of her.

The other party, with parents still alive, envied her, who had no father and no mother?

Had she studied herself stupid at the Witch Academy, or had her mind twisted so perverted that she could not even distinguish facts?

“You don’t understand anything, you’ve never experienced my suffering… what does that look on your face mean? You think my brain is broken?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Forget it, just treat it as my brain being broken. I find coming to look for you really was a wrong decision. Goodbye, Witch Academy’s beggar. I hope you’ll still have bread to eat tomorrow.”

Lucianne did not get the joy and thrill of getting what she wanted here, but if you asked what meaning there was in her going to such lengths—learning Ai En’s location from Yang Yuehan and deliberately coming here once—

Then… it was probably to untie a knot in her heart.

From this point on, she could also be considered a “free person.”

The only thing still sticking in her throat seemed to be only her parents.

Tan Han had suggested meeting them during this break.

She said Yuehan had done that—rather than worrying every day, it was better to truly see them once.

She did not know how to face these parents.

Maybe she would wait for them to scold her, then cut ties, and she would be free?

Probably……

Watching Lucianne’s departing figure, Ai En’s ugly expression finally barely relaxed a little.

She looked at the bread Lucianne had thrown over.

On it was printed the words “Bakery,” and it looked somewhat shoddy.

If Lucianne had not suddenly come to find her, maybe Ai En would still have been muddleheaded, scraping by day to day.

After all, she did not want to give up extraordinary power, yet she did not want to become a witch.

But she was powerless to change all of this, and she also hated this incompetent and weak self!

But now, after being mocked by Lucianne, her mindset somewhat returned.

It was as if she had returned to that stage back at the Wizard Academy when she was humiliated and oppressed by upperclassmen.

Although that period took up only a short portion of her time at school.

But that was because she dared to work hard!

Dared to fight!

And then… then… plus she was a child of destiny…… she could not deny this.

This reason was the main reason she could rise.

But she had not forgotten the ruthlessness carved into a wizard’s bones!

Endurance, accumulation, enriching oneself, continuous learning!

At the Wizard Academy, knowledge was the most precious thing.

Any knowledge could be converted into a wizard’s power—this was the charm of “wizard knowledge.”

Wasn’t it the same now—her life’s low point?

Even though she had heard too many times that Witchification was irreversible, what about sex!

She had also seen some gender-reversal witchcraft.

Whether witchcraft or biological experiments and so on, once she regained the power of knowledge again, she could change all of this!

Power…

Power!

There had never been a moment that made Ai En feel power was so important.

Now… could she be considered a witch?

She still remembered that a witch’s power was especially easy to obtain—Magic Power Source, spellbooks… ready-made powerful methods.

Even if they were not the methods she hoped for, you could not deny that power was power!

At this moment, Ai En was very calm, calm to a terrifying degree.

After hysteria passed, reason once again took the peak.

She was planning her future development.

What value did she still have now?

When she had nothing, she had to rise by borrowing momentum.

And there was one value she would not lose even if she became a witch, and that was—she was a child of destiny!

And just as Ai En was thinking, suddenly a figure appeared behind her.

“Hey! I’m saying, with you looking like this, you’re playing beggar here?”

“Who!”

Ai En jolted.

She had not expected that after days of slackness, and this comfortable environment, her alertness had dropped so much!

Someone was standing behind her and she did not notice at all!

But when Ai En saw the other party, she immediately froze, because the other’s outfit was not a witch’s style at all, but rather more like—a wizard!

“You… you are wizards!”

Ai En immediately became excited, but the moment she recalled what Lucianne had said earlier, and that slap, she forcibly calmed down again.

“Hm?”

This wizard-dressed girl somewhat disdainfully took the lollipop out of her mouth, then corrected, saying:

“I’m a witch! Do you understand or not? You don’t even know the Witch Academy Victims Alliance? Don’t know? Then… you should at least know the Sorceress Club, right?”

“A Sorceress… Club?”