Another World Witch Training Manual

015. Escape

Simien was completely bewildered, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events.

The moment Ding Ke spotted Eve, Xin Lai suddenly felt a powerful suction force constantly drawing him in.

His vision blurred, and by the time he could see clearly, it was Eve's perspective.

"Can I only control my body in times of crisis...?" Xinlai's mind raced as she recalled the last time she entered Eve's body, which was also during a dangerous moment.

There's no time to think about it.

He moved around a bit, and hissed; his whole body ached.

Eve's body had never been trained in physical combat, and those few moves had already caused her muscles to start protesting.

The coordination between my hands and feet is a bit rusty, and there's always a slight lack of coordination when I move around.

But Sin Lai did not hesitate.

Controlling Eve's body, she gripped the sword tightly and thrust it fiercely at Simeon!

The sword's edge pierced the air, and Simien dodged to the side.

Swah——

The tip of the sword grazed past his clothes.

Because Eve's physical condition was too poor and her speed was not fast enough, Xinlai had long anticipated that the sword would miss.

But his purpose was never to hurt anyone.

With a swift strike, he charged forward, forcing Simien to dodge to the side. The instant the opening appeared, Xinlai turned without hesitation and stepped onto the windowsill.

He glanced back at Simien and Ding Ke, who were chasing after him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

That smile was gentle and understated, yet it carried a captivating charm.

Then, he crossed his arms to protect his head and leaped into the air—

"Splash!"

The glass shattered, and the fragments refracted a delicate light under the moonlight.

The wind howled.

Xinlai performed a near-graceful leap of faith, then landed precisely in the garden pond with a "plop," barely making a splash as the water engulfed her curve.

"Whoosh!"

Xinlai emerged from the pond, Eve's long purple hair already wet, clinging to her soft skin and the small watermelon.

After exchanging a glance with Simeon above, he scrambled ashore, soaking wet, but not bothering to catch his breath, and plunged into the depths of the garden, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"hateful!"

Simeon leaned on the windowsill and slammed his fist hard against the wall.

boom!

The wall trembled slightly, and some plaster fell off.

Wall HP-1.

Ding Ke got up from the ground, his mind filled with the scene he had just witnessed:

Those delicate, white feet rested on the book, her long purple hair flew in the air, and those stunningly beautiful eyes caught my eye...

Snapped!

A hard slap across his face snapped him out of his daze.

"What are you standing there for?!" Simien snapped, exasperated. "They've all run away!"

He began to seriously reflect on why he had spent so much money to hire such a clumsy, awkward guy...

Ding Ke covered her face, looking aggrieved: "Then, what should we do..."

"Chase?" Simien said, slapping his bald head with a single word, turning the head a bright pink. "You fucking think you can catch me?"

"One-Punch Man... I think he's just pathetic!"

Ding Ke poked her finger in a wronged manner, looking at Simien with pleading eyes.

Simeon gazed at the garden outside the window, pondered for a moment, and then snorted coldly:

"Forget it, no need to chase after her. Just report to the king that Xinlai is hiding a witch, and he'll be in for it."

After saying that, he subtly stuffed the book "The Humiliation of the Witch" into his pocket, straightened his back, and strode away.

Ding Ke kept looking back at the broken window as he followed Simien closely.

……

Deep in the garden.

Xinlai leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily.

His body was too weak; those few movements had almost drained him of all his strength. He could only bend over slightly, letting his rapid breathing slowly calm down.

He was soaked from head to toe.

The mage's robe had been snatched away by the bushes at some point, and now he was only left with a water-soaked magic-resistant cloth clinging tightly to his skin.

Xinlai glanced down.

Then he froze.

After the magic-blocking cloth got wet, it became almost translucent.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, outlining a breathtaking silhouette—

The plump little watermelon was tightly wrapped in a damp cloth, rising and falling slightly with her panting; her slender waist was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, and further down, her two fair thighs gleamed in the night.

Every inch of her skin exudes the firmness and softness unique to young girls, so fair and tender that it seems as if you could squeeze water out of it.

grunt.

Xinlai involuntarily swallowed and glanced around warily.

"or……"

"..."

grass.

Xinlai suddenly opened her eyes.

The familiar carriage roof came into view.

He lay there stunned for a few seconds, then squeezed out a curse through gritted teeth:

What is this hyperdimensional link linking to?

Why do I always mess things up at crucial moments?

"Sigh, it was so close..."

He took a deep breath, suppressed the agitation in his heart, and began to organize the information he had obtained from the prophecy.

The fact that the important plot point was cut short suggests that Simeon must have come to find him quite late, beyond the predicted range of the next twelve hours.

But the fact that he hadn't returned to the castle by so late suggested that his trip to Hamilton Magic Academy to purchase resources was probably not going well.

Xinlai sat up, her gaze darkening.

We must proceed with caution.

I'll rush back as soon as I finish shopping. I can't let Simeon into the bedroom, otherwise Eve will be doomed without his help.

Even if they escape, given Simien's nature, if he complains to the king, things will become very complicated.

The carriage rumbled forward, and Xinlai leaned against the carriage, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

The scene from just now flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

Under the moonlight, the magic-resistant cloth was soaked through, revealing breathtaking curves.

...Tsk.

He rubbed his temples.

Is this hyperdimensional connection a cheat code or a challenge to stop the flow?

……

Soon, Sinley arrived at Hamilton School of Magic.

There are only a handful of magic academies in the entire Asgardian Empire, and Hamilton ranks first among them, which is why it is located in the royal city.

The task of these academies is simple: each year, they select exceptionally talented children to enroll and train them to become mages after a few years.

Then you either join the government system and get a government job, or join the Adventurers' Guild and become a powerful backline damage dealer in a high-level dispatch squad.

It sounds great, but the problem is that the various tests and selections are outrageously rigorous.

Out of ten thousand geniuses, perhaps only ten can step through this door that symbolizes wisdom and knowledge.

Of the thousand prospective mages who undergo rigorous training in the academy for four years, only five will ultimately succeed in entering the formal system.

The rest were assigned to various parts of the world to do odd jobs that could be solved with magic, such as fixing streetlights, unclogging sewers, and tutoring children in noble families.

Similar to "university"...

Xinlai had her servant carry a whole chest of gold as she slowly entered the academy.

Every student seemed to be in a hurry.

The vast majority of people had their heads down, muttering incantations and memorizing the magic circuits.

A few people simply jogged along, without even looking up to see where they were going.

For four years, I lived every day just like a high school senior preparing for the college entrance examination.

The pressure was immense.

This is also why Xinlai is unwilling to study here...

Okay, actually it's because I had too little talent that I was eliminated in the first round.

"Oh! Your Highness, the Third Prince, you've arrived!"

Before Xinlai could make a move, a man dressed in a blue mage's robe came forward.

Mediterranean-looking, with a full beard, and a slight limp.

The robes of mages are divided into gray, green, blue, purple, black, and red, with strength and seniority increasing in that order.

The blue-robed mage is a level that many mediocre mages can never reach in their entire lives.

Xinlai's tone held a hint of surprise when she saw the person who had arrived:

"Professor Derek Creek? What are you doing here?"