Chapter 70: How Did This Book Reach 70 So Fast?

Time returned to five minutes earlier.

Sophilya landed on the flying platform atop the Tower of Radiance; as soon as she stepped onto the balcony, she couldn’t help but sniff the air.

There was no helping it—every day after work, she’d smelled that mouthwatering aroma of food.

Though she and this lazy noble girl didn’t get along well in personality, she had to admit the girl’s cooking was truly unmatched; the angelic witch’s stomach had already rebelled against her mind, transforming itself into the noble girl’s shape first.

Anyway, the cafeteria and outside restaurants had lost all appeal lately; she could never go back to those days when she’d just swallow anything as a meal.

After all, eating, like sleeping, wasn’t necessary for witches—they survived by absorbing mana; these habits carried over from their human lives were now mere entertainment, a form of relaxation, valued more for enjoyment than sustenance.

Of course, this didn’t apply to ingredients saturated with mana—those could truly fill you up.

Thanks to the noble girl, the teacher had sent a large shipment of ultra-high-grade ingredients after leaving, specifically to help the noble girl rapidly increase her mana.

Naturally, the teacher had sent double portions—one for the noble girl, one for Sophilya herself; clearly, the teacher meant to show she hadn’t forgotten her disciple just because she had a daughter.

But Sophilya still felt a pang of jealousy—after all, when she was young, the teacher had told her mana was best built slowly, that relying on external boosts was unreliable; why had everything changed for the noble girl?

Whatever, who cared—after all, the noble girl’s food was truly delicious; with such real delicacies to eat, the angelic witch no longer wanted to sour over it.

Besides, these ingredients were of little use to her, so close to becoming a Grand Witch; she only ate them for flavor, with minimal mana enhancement, so Sophilya simply gave two-thirds of her own portion to the noble girl.

The teacher was overthinking—she wasn’t some childish fool who couldn’t tell right from wrong; how could she possibly get angry just because the teacher treated the noble girl well? Why waste money buying two portions? These high-grade ingredients were better off given to the noble girl—it was the most efficient use.

But come to think of it, the mana-boosting effect of these ingredients seemed to improve further after the noble girl cooked them; lately, even Sophilya, who’d only been eating for taste, could clearly feel her internal mana becoming more active.

This wasn’t an illusion—the proof was her slightly increased weight.

If these ingredients truly had no effect on her, her weight wouldn’t have changed at all.

Frustrated, Sophilya spread open her six angelic wings, touched the now softer, fleshier, and noticeably better-feeling wings, and resolved firmly: tonight, she’d eat only one bowl—no more.

But...

The angelic witch didn’t smell the familiar aroma of food drifting from inside today; puzzled, she pushed open the balcony door and stepped inside, finding the house empty.

Uh, where’s my noble girl? Where’s my big, cooking noble girl?

Not seeing the person who should’ve been bustling in the kitchen, Sophilya’s heart lurched.

She strode through the house, checking every room, the bathroom—everywhere—and confirmed no one was home; she grew frantic.

Something’s wrong—today, the noble girl only went out to take an entrance exam; that should’ve ended long ago. And it’s already so late—if she wanted to stroll around campus after, she should’ve returned by now.

Besides, that lazy girl who’d rather lie down than stand, who cared little for the mana web—how could she possibly enjoy wandering outside? Isn’t she socially anxious?

This is wrong—this is very wrong. Could something have happened? After all, she only has ten thousand mana—her power is pitifully weak on campus. Did she accidentally reveal her true face today?

Recalling the fleeting, breathtaking glimpse of the noble girl’s true appearance on the teacher’s carriage, Sophilya panicked completely—if her fears were true, chaos would erupt; someone might lose control and break school rules just to act.

The teacher entrusted the noble girl to her care—that was trust; if she lost the noble girl, how could she ever face the teacher again?

The more she thought, the more terrified she became; the angelic witch could no longer sit still. She instinctively pulled out her spellbook, intending to contact the noble girl via the mana web—but when she opened it, she froze in shock: she didn’t have the noble girl as a contact.

Sophilya: “........”

Damn it, what the hell have I been doing these past few days?

She cursed herself, then sprinted to the balcony, snatched up the broom she’d just set down, leapt onto it, and took off, flying straight toward the Brust College where the noble girl had enrolled.

But...

Just as she took flight, Sophilya slammed on the brakes, yanking the broom’s handle hard enough to avoid a broom accident; her usual angelic grace vanished in her panic, and she nearly screamed—yet before she could open her mouth, the other party’s temper seemed even worse.

“You blind idiot?”

The voice was undeniably alluring, yet the words were crude; Sophilya’s temper flared—but now wasn’t the time to argue. She instinctively raised her hand to strike, aiming to slam the other into the ground—but when she finally saw the other’s face, she fell silent.

The other was equally stunned; her rage vanished, mouth agape, unable to continue.

“Madeline?”

“President?”

Angel and succubus locked eyes, neither knowing what to say.

Fortunately, the succubus’s spellbook trembled, and a voice as melodious as song emerged from within.

“Sister, what’s wrong?”

The background noise was loud, faintly punctuated by heavy breathing.

Hearing this, the succubus snapped back to reality; she didn’t even bother acknowledging the student president standing right there, shouting into the spellbook.

“Audrey, where are you? Why aren’t you home yet?”

She immediately realized her tone was too harsh, took two deep breaths, and softened her voice.

“Don’t be afraid—tell me, are you safe? Where are you? I’m coming right now.”

She waited anxiously for a reply, especially as the background noise occasionally spat out phrases like “Can you even do it? If not, let me try,” “Hurry up, I’ve been waiting all afternoon,” “Yes, that’s hot, awesome, harder, are you even eating?”—the succubus’s face turned green.

Fortunately, the reply came quickly.

“Safe? I’m totally safe—I’m watching wrestling at the club square. Sister, this is so thrilling! I heard you’re the campus wrestling champion—teach me, okay?”

“Club square, wrestling? Stay right there—I’m coming now.”

The succubus’s face darkened further; her eyes burned with murderous intent—who the hell had taken her precious little sister to some crowded, chaotic place to watch wrestling? I’ll kill you...

“Uh, no need, sister—I’m already an adult, why do you still treat me like a kid? And I’m not alone—I came with my senior, she’s just taking her school exam and hasn’t come out yet—I’ll go back once she’s done...”

The witch on the other end tried to soothe the furious elder sister—but the now-red-eyed older sister wasn’t listening to any excuses.

Madeline didn’t even bother riding her broom; she spread her demonic wings behind her, flapped once, and shot off as a streak of purple light.

Sophilya: “.......”

The angelic witch was indeed curious—who could make this icy discipline committee chair so frantic? But now wasn’t the time for gossip; the person she was looking for had been found, but her noble girl? Still nowhere in sight.

But...

Sophilya had been about to continue flying toward Brust College, when suddenly, her stray lock of hair twitched—as if granted divine revelation.

The voice of the girl on Madeline’s mana link echoed in her mind.

Senior, school exam, took a long time...

Hmmmm...

Damn. No doubt about it.

In the dark night sky, brilliant light flashed—six-winged archangel transformed into sacred white radiance, chasing after the purple streak ahead.

The purple and white streaks cut through the night like twin meteors, leaving countless onlookers stunned.

What the hell is going on? That mana signature—it’s the student president and the discipline chair! What are these two doing flying so fast at this hour? Looks like the president’s chasing the chair—have these two finally had enough and decided to fight?

At that moment, countless onlookers’ gazes shifted again, tracking the two streaks until they settled on the club square.

.....witches watching the show.....