The End of Witches

The massive display screen in the grand lecture hall flickered on, but Angelite did not stand at the podium. Instead, she sat beside Jiang Han and Histeria.

Such an enormous, magnificent lecture hall was being used by only three people...

I wonder what it would be like to watch a movie on such a huge screen...

Jiang Han let her thoughts wander, because Xiya's research topic lay before her.

Two sets of grotesquely complex spell models appeared on the enormous screen—complex enough to make one throw up at a glance. Jiang Han looked them over. With her current understanding, she could immediately identify more than fifty spell factors, or rather, legendary seeds.

Simply put, each of these two spell models consisted of fragments extracted from the spell components of ten legendary spells. Complex, wondrous, they had even crossed from "science" into the realm of "fantasy."

In the world of witches, magic was science, because the principles behind spells could be explained clearly. Anything whose principles could be explained—or even guessed—could reasonably be called science.

Thinking back to when Jiang Han had first arrived in this world and cried, "That's not scientific!" now seemed a little ridiculous.

"If I remember correctly, these are the two spells you are currently researching, aren't they?" Angelite adjusted her glasses and swept her hair back, her back turned toward them.

Jiang Han could see the nape of her neck.

What a feast for the eyes.

Jiang Han felt somewhat regretful that Angelite had not worn a kimono. That motion of sweeping back one's hair and baring the nape could not have suited one better—during certain festivals, at least.

Xiya could not stay still even while seated. She wriggled about atop the thick dragonhide cushion, having somehow acquired another intensely rich honey candy in the shape