Linda Barnes held her spellbook and replenished the magic power in the "Mayfly Wing" on her body.
The translucent wings fluttered lightly, blowing away the wind and snow around the witch and forming an oval, bubble-like space.
Maintaining a Flying Spell in this kind of snowstorm was very difficult, but walking through the snow in high heels was even more difficult. Of the two evils, Linda chose the lesser—of course, to reduce magical consumption and keep her flight stable, she had to fly close to the ground like the Flower Sprites after the rain.
Unfortunately, the wind and snow were too fierce for her to wear a pretty gauze dress like the Flower Sprites.
The witch sighed softly in regret.
As a senior in the graduating class—even though she had voluntarily applied to graduate a year early—she should have been deep within the Silent Forest at this time, tracking a herd of unicorns to complete her graduation fieldwork thesis. But because of the winter hunt, she had been forced to end her tracking work early and answer the school's summons, taking on patrol duties around the outskirts of the hunting grounds.
Of course, this task could also earn her a few credits.
But compared with the trail of a large herd of unicorns, the annual winter hunt was far less newsworthy, well below Linda's expectations.
To get the assignment to track that herd of unicorns, she had pestered Professor Emma for quite some time. If not for her excellent usual grades, the old woman would have slapped her straight into the ground and sent her crawling through holes to interview rats.
"Have you already finished patrolling the outskirts of Zone D?"
Victor, the teaching assistant leading the group, spoke in a deep voice from ahead, sounding somewhat surprised. "If I