Chapter 71: 63. There is fundamentally no secular desire.

In the sky above the Witch Academy, two witches were riding their brooms, hurrying along.

The one with golden hair was of stunning beauty, enchanting and alluring. She sat side-saddle on her broom like a proper lady, her slender and rounded legs in white silk naturally falling. Behind her trailed nine fluffy fox tails, her demeanor elegant and captivating.

The other, whose skin was bronzed as though scorched by the sun, appeared somewhat rebellious, not only with multicolored hair but her face was so heavily made-up it was nearly masked.

However, incongruous with her rebellious exterior was the way she rode her broom; she sat astride it in the most obedient posture, the kind usually seen only with young little witches or very old-fashioned elders.

This peculiar witch's attire was also conservative: a long black robe paired with lantern trousers, virtually encasing her entire body tightly, leaving no trace of the exposure and provocativeness expected of a typical hot girl.