"Sunflower Mama's Classroom is now in session~"

Oh no, it's "Granny Bonari's Magic Classroom is now in session~"

Are you worried that your child won't learn magic? Are you frustrated that your baby doesn't have the talent for magic? Granny Bonari has got you covered, helping you solve all your magic problems!

Although I really want to advertise for the kind and wise granny, I honestly can't understand what she's saying!

Accompanied by my wife, we followed Auntie Bonari to the home of the witch. I wasn't particularly surprised by the scene before me. The witch's dwelling was just like a human's, a little wooden house, not a mushroom house. The witch also had to make a fire and cook, just like a human. She had to gather food as well.

In the witch's cottage, a little girl named Lulu served us tea. The tea was made from a type of grass leaf, with just a hint of acidity. My wife didn't like it very much; she wrinkled her brow after taking two sips. As for me, I was fine. After all, they were hosting us, so I needed to be polite.

"Wife, what does '嬷嬷' mean?"

"I have no idea. Oh, this tastes terrible..."

"Shh... Don't say that."

I gently rubbed my wife's back and started preparing the possible words and standard social smiles I might need for the upcoming conversation.

It seemed that the old witch had just finished her business outside and came back inside, closing the wooden door behind her. She sat down at the table with a cheerful smile and began our conversation.

"I already know why the two of you have come. Please, tell me."

"Granny... Bonari? I wanted to ask... what does '嬷嬷' mean?"

I truly baffled myself by asking such an unimportant question as the first one. Next, the witch spent ten minutes explaining to my wife and me the pronunciation of kinship words like 'mother', 'father', 'grandfather', 'grandmother', etc...

"Sorry, Granny Bonari. I'm not very good with language..."

"It's alright, young man. I'm happy to see you."

"Don't you find it strange? Humans and magical creatures..."

"Well... Let me show you something."

From a pile of scrolls and thick books, the old granny pulled out a picture frame, blowing away the dust from its edges. That historic-looking picture stood before us.

In the picture, a human and an incubus stood side by side. If the incubus was Leya, then the handsome guy with the rifle would be Kleifrey. Kleifrey looked quite young in the picture, and Leya and he were probably in the early stages of their romance. Leya's expression in the picture reminded me of my wife from the past. The background of the picture was the witch's home, which meant that Leya and Kleifrey had been here before. It's not hard to understand why Granny Bonari seemed so familiar with us.

"They were just like the two of you back then. Those were truly wonderful days..."

"Is that so... But Klei-"

"Hmm, I know. I also know about Night Fall Town over there."

Granny Bonari caressed the picture. For someone her age, the story of these two lovers seemed as if it had happened just yesterday. Meeting us today must have brought back memories for her.

But one thing is clear to me now - my wife and I must absolutely not let anyone draw pictures of us. Drawings of us would become portraits, and well, even though Leya hasn't died yet...

At least we must firmly prevent such a flag from being raised.

"Husband, let's also have a portrait..."

"Wife, let's forget about it..."

"Why?"

"I don't want to die just yet."

"Huh?"

Granny Bonari seemed to understand our thoughts and laughed. She said the witch who used to draw had already left, so even if we wanted a portrait, no one would be able to draw one. Well, successfully avoiding a flag x1.

Anyway, the atmosphere became slightly more pleasant. I took the opportunity to ask one of the fundamental questions: what is magic?

Granny Bonari didn't directly answer my question; instead, she smiled and led us outside. The population of the witch's home was much smaller than Night Fall Town, no more than thirty people, and they were all women. Several scattered wooden houses surrounded a huge tree, making it hard not to think of this tree as the Tree of Life with divine power.Grandma Bonari stood under the tree and made a gesture.

"Use your 'xxxxx', Medusa should know how to do it."

She said this to my wife, and I understood that she meant for my wife to shoot her with that magic arrow.

"Can... Can I do that?"

"Grandma Bonari, are you serious?"

"Hehe, come on, I'm the 'grandma' here, you know."

I lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and focused all my attention on the old witch who was confident enough to catch my wife's powerful arrow. There were also some other witches around, each one very nervous. Later, I learned that this was the first direct confrontation between the witches and the monsters in over a hundred years.

Although the distance was quite far, I could still see Grandma Bonari release a kind of magic, as there was an obvious pale blue transparent barrier in front of her. My wife's hand was steady, and after uttering some strange words, white mist quickly enveloped the arrow on the string. Undoubtedly, she aimed for the head.

No matter how many times, I couldn't judge when my wife would shoot the arrow. In this state, she was like a statue, with no signs or signals. The white trajectory grew instantly from the short bow, like a rope that would strangle someone, rushing towards Grandma Bonari.

My wife lowered the bow, and the straight white serpent collided with the pale blue barrier.

Unbelievable. Besides how this blue barrier was formed, I had never seen anything that could block my wife's magic arrows. But it was blocked, and the arrow ricocheted off at an angle, hitting the tree behind. Grandma Bonari smiled, walked over, and acted as if nothing had happened. She took off her glasses and examined the bow in my wife's hands.

"It's not over yet, my beautiful lady. Can I use your bow and arrow?"

"C-Can I?"

"Um, do you want to use this bow?"

My wife and I hadn't fully recovered from the shock, stuttering in response.

"Yes, please take a look."

Another incantation of magic words, and the seventy-year-old lady bent down, took the bow and arrow from my wife's hand, effortlessly drew the bowstring that I couldn't even draw, and shot the arrow.

Perhaps it wasn't surprising, as if magic couldn't even achieve this level, then it wouldn't be called magic.

But my mouth was still wide open in astonishment.

"In that case, it should be easier to understand."

Following the old lady back into the house, the concept of magic gradually became clearer. Although Grandma Bonari's explanation was complicated, my wife helped me understand using the methods we used when learning languages. If my understanding was correct, the magic in this world could be roughly divided into two types.

One type worked on the outside of objects, like the barrier that blocked the arrows. The magic arrows my wife used also belonged to this type, working on the outside of the object. My guess was that the white mist greatly reduced gravity and air resistance to increase the arrow's power.

The other type worked on the inside of objects. Grandma Bonari used magic to enhance her body's strength so that she could draw the bow, which used this type of magic. The stone petrification magic of Medusa also worked on the inside of the human body.

But there were still a few types of magic that couldn't be classified into these two categories. One of the representatives of this type of magic was the enchantment of succubi. Because the enchantment itself was very mysterious, falling for a woman was a manifestation of a man's emotions, which was difficult to explain.

This explanation sounded reasonable, but I knew very well that I still had many questions to ask; it was just that I couldn't ask them all at once. To give a simple example, did this world have a magic spell like "Fireball"? This was one of the most basic attack magic in novels and games, but which category did it belong to?

Putting aside all these miscellaneous questions, I continued listening to Grandma Bonari's lecture.

Although I said I was listening, I actually didn't absorb anything because as the explanations became more in-depth, various unfamiliar words started flooding into my ears. I simply enjoyed looking at my wife's profile; she was even more focused than I had imagined, probably because she had learned many things she didn't know before.

"What about my husband?"

"Well... We'll have to see."

"How do we do that?"

"We need tools... I'll look for them."

Hold on, hold on, why did the topic shift from magic to me? I'm just a human with no connection to this world. Don't use me as some weird experiment, okay?I was about to say something when Grandma Bonaparte pulled out a tool that looked very similar to the one used for drawing blood. It was a glass tube with a metal frame, and there were graduations on the glass tube. The bottom part had a sharp brass protuberance, and I couldn't think of any other use for it other than piercing the skin.

I casually thought, let's not actually draw blood! Even though I am not from this world, I'm not a monster either, and I don't see any research value in this.

"Honey, don't worry. I just want to see if you can use magic," my wife said with a mischievous smile as she grabbed my trembling arm...

Fine, I give up. If we have to draw blood, then let's do it. But can I suggest something? Can my wife change into a nurse outfit?