To witches, the spells seemed ordinary, yet to many different races, they could only be described as miracles and magic. Of course, not the sort of miracles and magic where cute girls in colorful outfits transformed and fought with all manner of weapons, but the plainest, most unadorned miracles and magic that fit the universal definition of magic held by races across the cosmos.
Creating mountains and rivers.
Summoning monsters of every shape and form.
Commanding elemental powers of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, fire, ice, light, and darkness.
Fashioning illusions indistinguishable from reality.
Even making a wish to an oil lamp and receiving a palace that appeared out of nowhere, wealth, and a princess's love until death—every one of these descriptions of magic and miracles existed in the world of witches, and in the worlds of the servant armies where witches appeared, as prototype events that might not quite align with history.
Jiang Han could understand the miracles and magic Maronos spoke of. Or rather, she thought the line "having obtained..." was cool beyond measure, though still inferior to Angelite's "At the end of the road called magic power, there is only me" and "I am authority, I am eternity, I am all things." (Angelite was showing off again.) But the one equipped with it wasn't Angelite—it was a newborn little witch. How could a cat possibly swallow that?"
So the cat wore a smile sweet enough to make one sick, pulled an entire set of books for little witches from her tail—prepared by Melissa, the chief administrator of Angelite's office—and set them on the table. Raising her chin with elegant poise, she said:
"These are the 2,750-page <A1 International Witch General Standard: Ruthless History>, the 2,540-page <A1 International Witch General Standard: A Brief History of Spells>, and the 3,250-page