Millennium Witch.

Chapter 15 - The sky has fallen.
It was a spring morning before dawn, with rumbling thunder in the sky followed by fine rain. Rosalind Theon, yawning, got out of bed and went to the window, where she saw the distant silhouette of the Black Tower ruins appearing and disappearing in the rain and mist, like a watercolor silhouette.

She slammed the window shut to make sure the cold, damp air wouldn't seep in through the cracks, then washed up, went downstairs, and started preparing breakfast.

The clanging of spatulas quickly blended into the sound of rain, mixed with the sizzling of eggs frying in a pan. After combining the fried eggs, bread slices, bacon, and vegetables to make two sandwiches, she placed one on a plate, added a glass of water, and hurried up to the third floor, knocking on the door.

"Witch sister, I've brought breakfast."

"Hmm...come in..."

Soon, after receiving permission to open the door, she went inside and saw that the peerless witch sister was lying on her side on the bed, hugging a soft pillow, looking like she hadn't woken up at all, with her beautiful silver hair in a mess.

Without any particular gesture, she quietly placed the plate on the bedside table, then slipped out and closed the door.

This is one of the ways she has found "contribution" for herself so far: to participate in the daily life of the manor as much as possible. Although it is not even one ten-thousandth of what the witch sister has given her, as long as she can make a contribution, it will make her heart more at peace.

It must be said that since she received the "meditation method" from the witch sister last summer, she has been practicing diligently, and life in the manor has been undergoing tremendous changes.

Last autumn, the witch cleared a plot of land in a nearby city park to grow wheat, and even used magic to speed it up, resulting in bread recently appearing on the manor's menu. At the end of winter, the witch built a shed on the manor and planted vegetables, finally acquiring lettuce. Finally, the witch herself went hunting, and Rosalind collected bird eggs, thus completing the four essential components of a sandwich, allowing Rosalind to taste this new dish.

Two days ago, the witch announced that she had developed something called an "electric grid," which would soon be able to catch all the little thieves who came to steal vegetables. Although Rosalind unconditionally supported all of the witch's actions, she couldn't help but worry about the little deer and rabbits.

Please, you must stay far away from here... she prayed weakly.

……

Perhaps because her life was too comfortable, the witch's routine was very irregular. She often slept until noon, which was completely different from Rosalin, who had been used to a regular routine since childhood.

Today was relatively normal. After having a sandwich in the morning, I stayed in bed for a while before getting up. Although there was a strong sense of fatigue between my brows, my charm was not diminished at all. Instead, I had a unique lazy charm.

Noticing her coming downstairs, Rosalyn, who was meditating by the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor, immediately opened her eyes and showed a nervous expression.

The witch tilted her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Witch sister, you said you'd give me my first test today..." Rosalyn quickly said, seeing that she seemed to have really forgotten.

In the trials promised by the witch, the annual increase in magic power is the only criterion for judgment. Although only half a year has passed since she began her training last summer, there will still be a small test, which is also to help Rosalin better understand her situation.

“Hmm… I remember now,” the witch said, her expression returning to calm. She walked up to Rosalind and said, “Come, give me your hand.”

—While one can test their own magic, Yvette must personally conduct external tests to prevent any falsification of results.

Rosalyn immediately tensed up, her heart leaping into her throat. She wasn't sure what kind of performance was considered passing, but she clearly remembered that the witch had emphasized that if her performance was poor, the witch would not accept her as a disciple no matter how close their relationship became in the future.

Clearly, for a reclusive powerhouse with countless legendary experiences, this couldn't be a lie, because in her long life spanning hundreds of years, she must have encountered countless geniuses of all kinds. Compared to those departed figures, she was neither special nor worthy of any extra pity.

Immediately, the procedure was initiated, and the trial began.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After the answer was supposedly revealed, she tilted her head slightly and carefully observed the witch's expression, only to find that her expression was neither sad nor happy, and her dark red eyes showed no emotion, making her eerily silent.

It's all over... Rosalyn's heart sank to the bottom, and she almost cried.

Just then, the witch suddenly spoke up: "I will arrange a spellcasting ring for you in a moment. This is a reward for passing the test. You can get ready."

"A spellcasting ring?" Rosalind was taken aback for a moment, then exclaimed with delight, "I passed the test?"

Yvette hummed in agreement.

Although her expression remained calm as always, in reality, when she saw Rosalind's magic power value of "6", the sky seemed to fall. Back when she first encountered meditation, she had spent a year diligently training at the Abyss Base, only to gain a mere two points!

And now, she's already over 6 points in just six months, and 12 points in a year! If she had 60 years, wouldn't she have overtaken her teacher? What an ultimate genius! She'd feel bad if she didn't take him on as a student!

However, the lifespans on the two sides are different, so they are not very comparable... But no matter what, Rosalyn's talent is still enough to crush the ordinary people on Origin Star... Wait a minute, could it be that her talent is just due to the different physical constitutions of the two worlds?
Thinking about this, Yvette felt like she had found her anchor.

In Rosalind's description, the Radiant Continent is filled with epic myths and powerful super creatures like dragons. Does this mean it's a world of medium or high magic? Would people in such a world naturally have a high density of runes, thus creating a stronger rune siphon effect?

The possibility is very high...

……

A moment later, under Rosalind's expectant gaze, Yvette came down from upstairs with a ring-shaped magical terminal.

This is not her "Forge Ring x3" with 44,000 remaining space, but a "Sky Ring y2" that she recently found in the ruins, with 80,000 remaining rune capacity.

“I’ll be recording some high-level magic into your ring soon. You’ll be able to cast it instantly just by communicating with the ring with your mind,” Yvette said. “That way, even if I’m not by your side, you’ll have some means of self-defense.”

"Thank you, sister!" Although Rosalin was very excited, she still restrained her emotions and bowed respectfully.

Then she realized something and hesitated, saying, "But I've only been cultivating for a short time. My magic power... can I use magic?"

“If I say it’s possible, then it is.” Yvette pulled up a chair and sat down, her gaze softening. “Do you want to know why?”

"Yes!" Rosalyn nodded vigorously.

"This starts with the two forms of magic: internal magic within your body and external magic... The core of rune design is using internal magic to manipulate external magic, achieving a powerful effect with minimal effort... As long as the rune set is meticulous and without loopholes, nothing is impossible... However, sometimes you can't pursue perfection excessively. If the rune set functions normally, don't touch it..."

As a top rune compiler—no, more like a rune artist—who has studied rune design in the Abyss Base for nearly three hundred years, Yvette was sharing her experience and understanding with others for the first time. Although it was just what she considered "basic knowledge," she still ended up talking for several hours.

It wasn't until the sunlight gradually dimmed that she belatedly realized that neither of them seemed to have eaten lunch yet.

But when she looked at Rosalyn, she found that the little golden retriever's eyes were bright and sparkling. Instead of the pain and confusion of being forcibly taught knowledge, they were full of longing and anticipation.

"Do you understand?"

"I understood the beginning, but the rest... I just thought it was amazing..." Rosalyn scratched her head a little embarrassedly.

"So how do you feel? If you find it difficult, don't force yourself. I can teach more than just this."

"No, no! This knowledge is more profound than any book I've ever read. Although it's difficult, I really enjoy it!" She mustered her courage. "Can...can I learn this?"

"can."

"Thank you sister!"

"...Also, from today onwards, you don't have to call me 'sister' anymore." Yvette lowered her eyes.

"Huh?" Rosalind was taken aback, then understood. Observing the witch's expression, she cautiously probed, "...Teacher?"

Yvette hummed in agreement, nodded slightly, and looked out the window.

The rain has stopped in the manor.

(End of this chapter)