I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Even a fool could see this situation. Claire took Alice's hand and said, "If you have nothing to do, come and chat with me."

"Ok!"

The sky of Witch Paradise is always so clear. At night, the starry sky is so dazzling that it seems as if you can touch the universe.

Claire pulled Alice to the lake.

“The scenery here is really beautiful.”

Alice said dreamily, "It's like a scene from a storybook."

"Do you like storybooks?"

"Well, I come from the countryside and haven't read much. When I was little I only read books with pictures."

Claire smiled and said, "That's the same as me. I've been interested in stories since I was a child. And I often fantasize about becoming a hero."

Alice said enviously, "You are already a hero, the greatest hero."

"I'm not a hero. A hero is supposed to save the world. I don't have the ability to do that. Not to mention being defeated... even if I could win, I'd still find it a hassle."

Alice was a little surprised.

How could anyone find it troublesome when it could save the world, become a great achievement admired by the world, and even be recorded in history books?

This is something she can't do even if she wants to.

"Why does it bother you?"

Claire thought for a moment. "Being a hero means being told what to do. I hate that. That's why I'd rather hide in the mountains. I built this paradise with that in mind."

"Ignore the outside world and just live your own life."

"Do you know the Sanctuary?"

Claire told Alice about the Sanctuary again:

"That's how they are. Gods and heroes of bygone eras, eventually tired of everything and hid away in the sanctuary. Of course, some of them sealed themselves off to survive."

"It's like the heroes in storybooks all have the same ending: defeating the enemy and then living a happy life in seclusion."

"But the way you say it sounds a bit like something an old man would say," Alice said with a smile.

"How do you know I'm not an old man at heart?" Claire half-seriously coaxed the girl.

"Actually, I have memories of my past life, and I was a man in that past life."

Claire looked at Alice with malicious eyes.

"Haha, you're kidding. There's no boy as cute as you."

Well, no one believes the truth.

"Why? You came here to talk to me about something, didn't you?" Claire asked.

Alice hesitated for a moment, then summoned her courage and said:

"I want to learn magic! I want to be like the characters in the storybooks. Can you teach me magic?"

Claire was a little dazed, "Are you trying to become my disciple?"

"Yeah!" Alice said expectantly.

Claire smiled bitterly and said, "How can I teach anyone? I can teach you some basic magic, but as for more advanced things, I'm full of doubts now."

Even though she said that, Claire finally agreed.

If I reject her, she will definitely be disappointed.

Claire didn't want to do such a cruel thing.

Then, Claire began to slowly explain the foundation and principles of magic, as well as the process of how the spirit unfolds and moves itself.

"Magic itself is the movement of the spirit. Remember, this is what the Primordial God said."

"You meditate as I just told you."

Alice sat cross-legged beside a big tree, carefully sensing the magical elements in the outside world.

Then he said in surprise, "I feel it, the magical element. What next? Do I need to chant a spell?"

Claire nodded and said, "Very good, it shows that you have good spirituality. But remember, the energy you feel from the outside world is actually an illusion."

"Illusion?" Alice was dumbfounded.

"Yes, can you catch magical elements with your hands?"

Alice reached out her hand, grasped the air, and shook her head. "It's just energy. How can I catch it?"

"Since you can't touch it, and you can't see it with your eyes, you can only meditate and then it seems that there is such a thing in the outside world... How can you be sure that it is real?"

"Magicians of the past noticed this phenomenon and named it ether, which lies between reality and illusion and can have an impact on the material world."

Claire continued, "However, these new magicians still haven't grasped the original concept of the original God. In other words, in reality, magical elements are nothing more than the spirit's movement, reflected back on itself, creating a misconception."

"I can not understand."

Alice's face fell.

"In short, it's an intermediary created by your mind."

"Some crazy people believe that there is an ultimate original reality in our world, and that we can directly reach that reality without imagination."

"Oh, let me give you another example. Some men believe that the purpose of sex is only for reproduction, nothing else. So in their view, sex does not require imagination, only penetration."

Claire ignored Alice's blushing face and continued,

"But the lives of such people are boring. They don't understand that sex requires extra work, and that real sex, through the medium of imagination, has an imaginary dimension. Without imagination, there is no way to reach the peak of happiness... People cannot live without imagination."

"The essence of magic is something like this."

"Although it is not imagination, the principle is the same. It both exists and does not exist, but the movement of the spirit requires its participation, so that the spirit can grasp and influence the world more directly."

"You can think of it as your third hand, or as the potential energy in your body that can change the world... In short, you can't think of it as a real energy that exists within the world."

"Otherwise, once you firmly believe in this idea, you will always be dependent on the outside world to survive."

Claire rambled on and on, but Alice still didn't quite understand. However, she seemed to understand one thing: magic was very complicated.

Seeing that Alice had already stepped into the threshold of enlightenment, Claire suddenly felt tired.

He sighed in his heart, thinking that his physical strength had become so poor.

I couldn't even last a single magic class.

There are a lot of survivors entering the Witch Paradise right now, and there must be many people like Alice who hope to gain strength to protect themselves.

Then, it becomes necessary to popularize magic teaching.

"Flillian, where is Raziel?"

Flillian, an elf with long pointed ears and silver hair, was standing under an ancient oak tree, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Ah? Raziel? She seems to have gone out, probably to look for survivors. She said her former companions from the magic society came to join her."