Colorful, like a carriage straight out of a fairy tale.
The students in the classroom were already staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.
As the ceiling turned transparent, the Pumpkin Carriage came into view.
Medea drove the carriage through the opening ceiling and brought it to a stop above the lectern. Then she lifted the curtain and leaned out of the carriage, stepping down in a way that still made hearts flutter.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
With a bewitching smile, the witch removed her pointed hat, letting her smooth, dark-purple hair spill down like a waterfall.
The ends of her long hair curled slightly, adding a touch of playfulness.
Medea drew her wand from her witch's hat and pointed at the carriage.
The carriage vanished in an instant, amidst a billow of smoke.
Then she set the hat on the desk and said, "This week, I'm one minute earlier than last week. That's progress.
If you start with a low enough bar, you can always make progress.
Dark couldn't help giving Medea's words a skeptical look.
This professor certainly had the expertise, but her personality didn't seem all that dependable.
"Now, first question: who am I?"
Professor Medea Bartholomew tapped her wand.
A boy in the classroom promptly raised his hand high.
The boy gazed at Professor Medea with burning fervor and cried out, "You are the Guide of Fate, the Diviner of Starry Eyes, the Witch of the Silver Moon, and the woman of my dreams—Medea Bartholomew!"
"Absolutely correct," Professor Medea replied without the slightest hint of anger. "Brad Gaunt, minus ten points. Also, I don't think you should be dreaming lately."
Then she blinked, and the Knight Academy student's expression went blank. A purple crescent-shaped mark appeared on his forehead.
Black patterns curled around the crescent, as though