I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

April's eyes were full of admiration. The magic power of the girl in front of her was growing at a frightening rate. Her witch attributes were still unclear, but the attack at that time made April feel a little pressured.

"Maybe you're the one who can change the future of us witches."

When the spirit is strong enough to control a part of the magic power, it means that one can activate his own unique "power". According to April, his power seems to be related to "light".

But judging from the characteristics only, in fact, April is not too clear about it - she is also a half-baked witch.

"It's been a few months since I started studying here."

Claire sighed.

Thanks to her talent, Claire had recently read many difficult books and covered various fields.

"Hmm, let me see. Nothing exists, existence does not exist, it both exists and does not exist. Assuming that this object does not exist, then it means that it both exists and does not exist... Ugh, what the hell is this?"

"It's the theoretical basis of magic." said the witch lady.

The above is the theory of a magician named Gorgias. He tried to doubt that the world does not exist. Even if objects exist, they cannot be known. Even if he knows that the world exists, he cannot tell it to others.

Since the world does not exist, how can we ensure the stability of the self-subject?

The answer is magic, which is the foundation of a magician's ability to influence the microscopic world through subjective consciousness.

"So-called magic theory is the technology to deconstruct the world. Magical power is just a surface. But learning too advanced theories right now won't do you any good, understand?"

“If you fall into it, you may never get out in this lifetime.”

April was carrying a basket made of woven tree branches, which was filled with various unknown herbs.

"Potions are very important. Let me teach you how to mix potions." said the purple witch.

Maybe she was being kind today; she wouldn't normally do that. Even though Claire had squeezed out time to study in this mysterious cabin without telling her parents, she'd been spending her time reading on her own lately. It was pathetic, considering she'd found a teacher, only to end up learning mostly on her own!

In Claire's mind, an alchemist's or pharmacist's hut should be a typical dark and damp laboratory, preferably with unknown and suspicious drugs placed around it and emitting strange smoke.

However, because the witch April had just built this hut, there were no extra decorations in this empty little house. The witch said,

Many alchemists worked from home to save money and avoid being disturbed by outsiders. Some chose the kitchen, where they could take advantage of a ready fire. Others moved to the attic, where their nighttime activities could be concealed from curious neighbors.

"Of course, these are just stopgap measures. For a popular 'witch' like us, the alchemists must carry them with them."

After that, the witch took out a "pot" for alchemy from the box, perhaps called it an alchemy table. A golden light grass appeared in her palm.

"Throw them in one by one according to the order in which the potions are prepared."

With a hint of anticipation, Claire threw the necessary herbs from the snake head on top of the alchemy table, and then added a large amount of water.

It was more like boiling medicine than refining it, which reminded Claire of the medicinal decoctions in her previous life.

Of course, Miss Witch said that this was to extract the essence of some herbs.

boom--

As soon as the light-containing grass for extraction entered the alchemy table, the flames leaped up before Claire could control it. In an instant, the light-containing grass was reduced to black ash.

Looking at her first mistake, Claire smiled awkwardly.

"continue."

April didn't care about her mistake, but this nonchalant attitude aroused Claire's competitive spirit. She angrily pulled out another piece of light grass from the wicker basket and placed it on the alchemy table. She hurriedly controlled the magic power inside, trying to keep the flame stable.

This wasn't some extraordinary magic; it was simply using mental power to control the magic flowing in the air, using it as fuel. This was also a way to train one's mental power.

After a while, Claire's face turned pale, but the result was satisfactory.

The potion in the alchemy pot turned into a viscous blue color due to the addition of light-containing grass. According to alchemy, this is the bottom "liquid" for preparing the potion, but it is also the most important step.

Then add some common herbs, such as hemostatic herbs that can heal wounds, and you can make a bottle of basic "healing potion".

Although Claire would rather call it a red bottle.

"not bad!"

Miss Witch was surprised.

"I didn't expect you to be so talented. But I remember you were a blacksmith..."

"Not a blacksmith! My father is the blacksmith! I just help him."

Claire puffed up her little face. April looked her over. Claire had been with her for three months now. This meant that the child was almost ten years old.

"But why your body is so strong is beyond my comprehension. The same is true of your previous proficiency in swordsmanship."

Claire smiled awkwardly, "Because I often bully children with a wooden sword."

Of course, there are swordsmen in this world, but in the end, they all end up in the same place. During the spirit-inducing stage, the magician uses external energy to feed back into himself to strengthen his body, and his swordsmanship is no less than that of a swordsman.

When a swordsman has mastered the swordsmanship, he will naturally also have some long-range attack skills.

In addition, there are also wizards, orcs from distant continents, elves and the like, all of which are described in Miss Witch's books.

I didn't expect the world to be so wonderful.

When it comes to magic, wizards place more emphasis on experience and technology, while magicians, by comparison, prefer to boast that they are seekers of knowledge who are searching for the truth of the world.

The latter has its headquarters in the magic academy established in the distant Kingdom of Cattelan. Their slogan is that everything can be discovered and analyzed, and they can be said to be believers in rationalism.

The wizards hide in the deep mountains and forests, and use their rich spellcasting experience to open up new magical paths.

Except for some extreme guys, most of the time, mages will dabble in both fields. It is better to say that they are two different tendencies rather than "schools".

Apart from these inexplicable schools, the rest are not difficult to understand. Some are even conceivable, such as blood sorcerers, divine sorcerers, etc. You can probably guess what they do with just a little thought.

"Look at my super fireball technique! How is it? Pretty powerful, right?"

As Claire chanted, fire elements began to gather around her. Over time, a bright red ball of light gradually appeared between her hands. It was pure flame energy, constantly condensing and compressing, like a fireball about to explode.

what--

With a rather powerful roar, the fireball exploded like a blazing meteor, accompanied by a whistling wind, towards an ancient grave in the distance.