"I don't know what Mr. Thief and Aunt Mei are talking about, and they won't let me listen, really." Ashumia stepped out of the bathroom, grumbling as she wiped her wet hair with a towel.

She was splashed with water in the bucket before, and it happened that Aunt Mei and Mr. Thief had reached a consensus of "talking", so she was tragically rushed to take a bath by those two people. Obviously, Mr. Thief came to find her, and Aunt Mei also came up to protect her, why did the last two people unanimously not let her participate in the conversation? It's excessive!

When Mr. Thief asked to "talk", looking at Aunt Mei's previous attitude towards Mr. Thief, she thought that Aunt Mei would refuse, but she didn't expect Aunt Mei to agree to his request. It's obviously the first time they've met, why didn't Aunt Mei even suspect it, so she directly believed that Mr. Thief said that she was here to deliver the admission letter, and promised to have a long talk with him? It seems that Aunt Mei is really dizzy by Mr. Thief's arrogant attitude.

And, speaking of acceptance letters...... Was the teenager really a postman? So what's the offer letter? Could it be that an academy of magic is going to admit her? But she obviously didn't participate in the school selection......

Archhumia let out a long sigh and sat down on the bed depressed with a heart full of doubts. Because her hair was not dry, she did not lean on the pillow, but took a towel and wiped her hair over and over again. Suddenly, a little white in the corner of the bed caught her eye.

It was the paper butterfly before, and it turned out that she threw the butterfly on the bed.

Arshumia crawled to the corner of the bed and reached out to pick up the butterfly, which had obviously met with something wrong, it looked crumpled and half of its wings were crooked. She remembered the angry grip and the touch of the paper. She suddenly felt that this butterfly had become like this, and she really deserved it. But if it's like this, I don't know if I can fly?

Ashumia thought about it, and tentatively threw the paper butterfly into the sky, but she didn't expect that the paper butterfly quickly burned with a dark blue flame as soon as she took out her hand, and Ashhumia was so frightened that she stiffened and subconsciously retreated backwards.

The flames suspended in the air burned quietly, radiating a faint blue light, and in the dim light, the faint blue flame showed an indescribable beauty, like a quiet deep sea, and like the last dark color near the dawn.

After a moment of beauty, the flames exploded from the inside, and instead of sparks, countless tiny and shiny blue points of light swirled in the air, swirling in the air to form a beautiful shape like a vortex, and at the same time, they dispersed little by little, and in the center of the point of light, the words composed of dark blue flames appeared.

A cute boyish voice appeared in Archumia's ear, softly repeating the sentence composed of flames.

Dear Excellency Archumia,

I'm sorry to be inferred, but our call for help is not presumptuous.

The Scarlet Moon Mirror, a treasure that symbolizes the supreme glory of our school, has chosen you to be the new guardian, and in order for the Scarlet Moon Mirror to continue to shine, we ask you to come to our school and take over the position of "witch" to protect the Scarlet Moon Mirror. After the 15th, the dragon boat of the college will arrive in your city, if you are willing to help our school, please take the dragon boat as a token of the school emblem and admission letter, we will provide you with the best service.

We look forward to seeing you there.

Yours sincerely, Garotti College