Early the next morning, Dorothy rode her broom to Brust Academy, and at that familiar unremarkable campus, she saw her teacher whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Good morning, teacher! You're finally out of seclusion."
Dorothy jumped off the broom and greeted her.
"Yes, I wasn't planning to come out so soon, but I received a commission I couldn't refuse, so I had to come out early."
Noelle Rose nodded, responding somewhat awkwardly.
Honestly, facing her disciple who was looking at her with intense eyes—as if a widow of a certain age seeing a robust man—the Spider Witch was under incredible pressure.
During this period, she had been diligently compiling teaching materials, but such tasks can't be rushed. After all, she sincerely regarded Dorothy as her inheriting disciple of all her skills, eager to impart everything she knew. Therefore, the curricular materials had to be crafted meticulously, with no room for shortcuts.
