I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Until one day, she heard that the immortal queen once again announced to the world that she was seeking a death-giver who could kill her...

Gresta, who was fully prepared, finally set foot on the road to the royal city.

Leticia took over the words and said: "At that time, she relied on sweet words, beauty and various magic props to deceive my men, just to come to me."

"She came to me and told me that she wanted to be my disciple in the name of the deceased."

In the eyes of Leticia at the time, this was a complete deception.

People with evil intentions who break the law should be kicked out of the sanctuary without mercy and thrown into prison.

"No matter how sincerely I begged her, she was as indifferent as an emotionless ice cube and rejected me harshly." Gresta stirred the mushroom soup in the bowl with a spoon and smiled sweetly. , "She said that I am not worthy of learning spells in this life, so let me give up."

So from that day on, Grista, who was suffocating in her heart, thought that even if she didn't know how to conjure, she could still master power that was more powerful than conjuring, so she started to oppose Letitia everywhere.

"Like a naughty child, they have been against each other for hundreds of years." Leticia held her forehead helplessly and let out a long sigh.

Gresta smiled heartlessly and shrugged: "Well, so my magic talent is actually higher than ordinary people. No one could have imagined this, not even myself."

At the beginning, I still thought about letting Leticia recognize my efforts and go against her, and gradually develop in an uncontrollable direction.

As time passed, Gresta became lost in the power of the taboo and forgot what she wanted to do in the first place.

"In the year 1101 of Brisac's calendar, that is, more than 300 years ago...Gresta, this old woman, finally got out of her way."

"What did she do?" Isabella asked.

"Forbidden spell... I have mastered the power of taboo." The smile on Gresta's face finally began to become a little forced, with both regret and bitterness in it.

"I did something that is unforgivable."

"She cast all the forbidden spells she could master, showing me how powerful she was at this moment. She almost destroyed the entire continent, robbed nearly 90% of the lives, and the entire world was devastated."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself at that time..."

Leticia put a spoonful of soup into her mouth and looked at Gresta who lowered her head.

"So in the end it was me who settled everything. I activated the ultimate secret of the Time Curse [World], cutting off and tampering with the uncontrollable cause and effect, and I paid a very heavy [price]."

"At that time, Gresta already had the witch's eyes, and she was the only one in the world who knew what she and I had done."

It was after that that Gresta finally retired to the Ultramarine Forest and stopped showing herself to others, in order to atone for the sins she had committed.

As a human being, with the power of roots and taboos, the evil consequences of her entangled sins uncontrollably extend her life.

Because of this, she earned the title of [Witch of the Root].

"He has a bad personality, he is cunning, cunning, and vicious, and he will do anything to achieve his goals." Leticia clapped her fingers, "I am absolutely right about all of this."

As for the things that Gresta had done back then, even if no one else knew about them now, the consequences of those things made it impossible for her to escape her responsibility.

"But it's been three hundred years... I've changed a bit, haven't I?"

"Okay, I admit that you do have a lot of advantages." Leticia said calmly.

Looking at Gresta who was explaining for herself, Isabella finally discovered why this seemingly very frivolous woman kept using the word "Gesebrissa" to Leticia even though she called her by her first name when they first met. Call each other by the honorific title "Miss Ke".

Of course, except for the phrase "Xia~" that was used to provoke her just now...

Before, she was called Queen, but after hearing that Leticia had retired, Gresta changed her name.

"We haven't seen each other for almost a hundred and twenty years." Leticia thought for a while and then said.

"Eh eh eh eh?!"

"What's wrong? Has this been a long time?"

"Then...the reason you started fighting as soon as you met is because-"

Gresta held her face and smiled happily: "You are used to it. Because you are always against each other, even if you almost forget the reason... it is probably equivalent to tradition? Hitting is kissing and scolding, which is love!"

"..."

"So have you discovered that magic is a collection of theories and talents? Even if your goals and beliefs are not firm at the beginning, you can still exert extremely terrifying power - it is like a weapon you have obtained. , you just have to pull the trigger and let Caliber handle what happens next.”

Leticia pointed at Paopao who was cooking next to her: "In addition, the fact that Paopao is hostile to her is all because of those witch eyes that are responsible for the dragon slaying... and has nothing to do with the revenge of killing her father. "

The dragon species are all different, and they are not even remotely related to each other.

"I see....."

"So despite the fact that our relationship is not very good on the surface, in fact I feel most at ease leaving you to her."

As Isabella's magic teacher, Gristavia is the strongest witch on this continent, and her strength is beyond doubt.

At the same time, he is also considered to be Leticia's... admirer?

Because she also knows the serious consequences if magic goes astray, she has changed her mind and will pay more attention to character when teaching her disciples, rather than excessive control of power, which is also easier for Isabella to accept.

"So how long will you stay here this time?"

"Let's see if you can teach her. It will only take about two months." Leticia replied, "There is a slight difference in the flow of time between the world here and that over there. We have two months here. . If Isabella has a talent for magic as strong as conjuration, this time is enough."

"Ah la la, you really came all the way to send me another genius? Then I have to take a good look~"

Then Gresta held Isabella's hand and smiled evilly at Leticia: "But I want to become a great witch but I can't do it. Miss Gesebrisac, will you?" Aren't you also a little jealous of me?"

"If you can teach Isabella, you will find out what real [jealousy] is."

Leticia didn't seem angry at all, she just waved her hand meaningfully and pushed the leftover soup in her wrist to Bubbles who was licking her lips.

"Go ahead, I'll leave my disciples to you—for the time being."

"I will definitely become a better teacher than you, just wait and see." Gresta lifted up her skirt and saluted gracefully, but she did not give in at all.

In this way, Isabella's magic practice seems to be about to begin...

Together with the strongest witch on this continent.

Chapter 30 A witch without talent?

Gresta's magic lessons began immediately after the meal.

In the wooden house that smelled slightly of herbs and earth, Miss Witch held a wand as a pointer and hit the blackboard behind her, while Isabella, a student, sat obediently in her seat and raised her head to listen to the lecture.

"You don't have much time to stay here, so I won't do anything about it. Miss Gesebrisak sent you here just to give you the most basic ability to protect yourself, so this time the goal There’s only one thing—quick win!”

Gresta paused for a moment and lifted up the hair hanging down by her ears.

"I heard that you mastered her spell from scratch in two days?"

"Yes."

"Then you must be a very smart child. I think she has also vaccinated you, right? Magic requires talent. If you don't have talent, even I can't make you conjure up anything by waving a wand. A spark comes.”

Before Isabella could speak, Gresta came forward in two or three steps, almost putting her face in front of Isabella.

"So the first step, talent test, hold it!"

Gresta raised the wand in her hand, blocking the girl's gaze from staring directly at her.

Isabella did so.

"Very good." Gresta took a step back and continued: "There are seven attributes in magic - and everyone with talent will randomly master one or more of these seven attributes. Now, I will teach you the test spells for the seven attributes. Just follow me and read them in order. It doesn’t matter if you read slowly. If you make a mistake, you can start over. Are you ready?"

"Don't you need to empty your mind...enter a meditative state?"

Faced with the girl's hesitant question, Gresta sneered and replied: "Magic requires talent, and conjuration does not. But as long as you have talent, casting magic with the help of a magic medium is basically a matter of course. Proficiency and control of magic are just a matter of course. It affects the effect, do you understand?"

"I understand...I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Isabella stared at the wand in her hand and glanced at the witch lady in front of her, "Because you seemed... a little unhappy just now."

Gresta pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment. Instead of continuing to speak, she directly recited the spell.

"Start with the water attribute, raise your wand, chant after me, and then wave it - Alvoku Akvon! (Clear Spring Curse)"

The pronunciation and language used in the spell are different from Esperanto, Isabella

Although I don't understand the meaning of this curse, I can still do it just by imitating the pronunciation.

The wand gracefully drew a beautiful arc in Isabella's hand, and she spoke the spell with precise precision.

"Alvoku·Akvon!"

Nothing happened.

Isabella felt a little hot on her cheeks, and she looked at Gresta awkwardly, "...did I pronounce it wrong?"

"No, it's just that you don't have the water magic talent." Gresta crossed her arms to support her chest and said in the same tone as usual, "This is normal. If you don't have it, you don't have it. Next, the fire attribute."

"Wave the wand, pause at the highest point, like this... and then say - Vokante Fajron! (Fire Calling Curse)"

The magic spell waved upward, then paused. Isabella's movements were standard and her words were clear.

"No, next one."

"Vokante·Tondron! (Thunder Calling Curse)"

"No, next one."

"Vokante·La·Uraganon! (Wind Calling Curse)"

The leaves outside the window rustled, and the window was blown open, hitting the window frame.

Just when Isabella's expression became slightly excited, Gresta closed the window that was blown open by the wind with no expression on her face, and informed her: "There is no magic fluctuation, it's just the wind in the woods, next. "

"..."

"Roko·Altega....(Rock Tower)"

Having reached the fifth attribute, she waved the wand in a different posture for the fifth time. Isabella's voice also became much softer, and her aura was not as confident and full of expectation as it was at the beginning.

As a result, nothing happened. If Gresta hadn't used the "smoking pole" in her hand to have an earth-shattering fight with Leticia half an hour ago, she would have even felt that the wood in her hand was not at all Not a wand, but a chopstick.

"What's wrong with you, looking like that? The test isn't over yet."

Isabella lowered her head, holding her wand in both hands on her knees.

"Do you think you must be a genius in magic? This is not necessarily true. You are not even from this world. The probability of being able to learn magic is extremely low. Don't have high expectations for yourself."

"But... you also said in front of Master before that you want to be a better teacher than her!"

"So what, if you don't have talent, you don't have talent. If you can't learn magic, I'm not your teacher. There's no conflict." Gresta stared at the girl who lowered her head, "Do you still want to try? You still have two chances. , but let me tell you in advance, most people with dark attribute talents are not humans, but demons, and most people with sacred attribute talents come from the Holy Church and need bloodline support."

"But Teacher Gresta, you..."

Gresta raised her finger: "No, just call me Gresta. I can master all attribute magic because I am the only one in the entire continent. Are you ready to compete with me in talent?"

"....No, I'm not as good as you."

"Then it looks like you have to pack your things and go back with your master. The sixth type is dark attribute. No need to wave the wand, don't point at people -"

Isabella raised her wand toward the window and followed Gresta in chanting a short spell.

"Mortu"

Just when Isabella didn't have any hope for dark magic...

Zhila!

The jet-black lightning suddenly flashed on the tip of the wand for a moment, but the spell did not take shape and disappeared without a trace the next moment.

"Huh?" Gresta opened her eyes suddenly.

"....Miss Gresta, this?"

"Do it again!" Gresta stepped forward in two or three steps and held the wand in the girl's hand, pointing it at herself. "This time, face me. Dark magic is only for curses and destruction. Dark magic without a target will not Shaped, so try again.”

"But...it's too dangerous no matter what!" Isabella tried to put down the wand with a slight force. She felt that even if she had the talent for dark magic, she didn't want to learn further.

"Stop blabbering, I am the strongest witch in this continent... It's too early for you, a person who doesn't even know how to control magic power, to hurt me with a test spell. It's not like I didn't take the seventh-level magic weapon with my face. Just recite the Level Death Curse!"

Seeing Gresta's insistence, Isabella could only point her wand at her in front of her and whisper the spell again.

"....Mortu...."

The moment the short syllables blurted out, Isabella felt some kind of power in her body rushing down her arm toward the wand, and then jet-black lightning burst out from the tip of the wand, making a loud bang.

Faced with this kind of movement that definitely did not belong to the primary level Death Spell, Gresta's eyes widened, her lips moved and she only had time to utter the word "damn". She even had no time to react before she was drowned by the huge jet-black light pillar.

The beam of light entwined with black electric light roared out, obliquely submerging Gresta's figure, and at the same time easily penetrated the roof of the Witch's House, tearing open a huge hole in it, towards the blue sky. The sky goes straight away.