"I still miss the days in the library."
The girl's eyes left the magic mirror as she sighed softly.
She stood above the castle, enjoying the sunset.
If a student from the library was here, they would definitely be able to recognize this young lady.
This dignified woman standing above the castle was none other than the girl who liked to pester Flanders, Angel, the Senior Sister of Ross library.
Compared to the carefree young girl in the Ross Library, the young girl in front of him was no longer young and inexperienced. She was more mature, more capable, and more dignified.
"Queen, there's a new letter. A huge golden bird came from the west carrying an envelope!"
Suddenly, an elven girl came to report in a hurry outside the magic castle.
"A golden bird?" The Elven Queen was slightly taken aback as she hurriedly asked.
"Quick, bring it over!"
The elf girl handed over the envelope in a hurry. She sighed a little. Lately, she had always received a lot of envelopes delivered in strange ways.
They came from various planets, from different races, and even from the Gods from the God Realm.
They controlled different elemental powers. Some borrowed the power of the wind, while others came from underground.
Were these all the magic worlds celebrating the coronation of the Elven Queen?
It was an exquisite envelope made of golden feathers.
The Elven Queen hurriedly opened it. There was a letter inside, as well as a dazzling top-grade magic bead made of treeberries. The magic power inside was surging.
"Senior, how have you been? I'm Xiao Jin."
"I've already returned to the Shadow Realm. Senior, you don't have to worry too much."
"I heard that Senior Sister is about to take over the Elf race today. I'm currently occupied with various trivial matters of all sizes, so I can't come to congratulate Senior on such an important day."
"This is a top-quality magic bead. It was brewed for hundreds of days using a 10,000-year-old Magical Beast Corpse Pill. It can help you calm down and will be very helpful for your future magic cultivation."
"I have nothing but respect for you. I just wanted to congratulate you on taking over the Elf Race."
"After I've settled all the trivial matters around me, I'll definitely come and pay my respects to you."
"Junior Brother, Golden Roc."
A hint of elation appeared on the Elven Queen's face upon seeing these letters.
Her smile was like a spring breeze. The entire magic castle seemed to be on the verge of spring, with hundreds of flowers blooming, stunning all the living beings below.
"This Junior Brother of mine is still saying such polite words. He really doesn't put me in his eyes."
"Just come and play often in the future."
After a few months, many students from the library had contacted each other.
However, the magical world was huge, and it was rather difficult to communicate with some remote planets. Not all students could contact each other.
However, the students who could be contacted all told each other that they were safe. They were emotional about their current lives and reported it to their Senior Sister.
"Senior Sister, I'm Groot from the Spirit Realm. I can't go to your Elven Race because I have to prepare for the transmitting of the holy flame. I'll definitely pay you a visit in the future to apologize. I can fly now. I've obtained a magic treasure from the God Realm, a pair of silver wings. Hahaha!"
"Senior, I'm Jesset from the vampire race of the Shadow Realm. I've already gained control of the power of my own body and have completely awakened the bloodline in my body. I've also gradually calmed the internal strife within my race. Now, I've already passed on the magic knowledge I learned from Teacher to my own people and erected a statue for Teacher. After I told my people about Teacher, they all worship Teacher and even want me to lead them to visit Teacher."
"Senior Sister, I'm the Orc Black Bear of the Shadow Realm. I've returned to Black Wind Castle now. There's a lot of magic training space here. This way, I can peacefully cultivate the magic knowledge I learned from Teacher in the space. I'm trying my best to become an Archmage. Don't worry about me, Senior Sister."
Letters came from all directions in the magic world.
However, without exception, they all agreed at the end that if they were successful in the future, they would definitely go back and visit Teacher. They still hoped to live the days of laughing together in the library.
"It's not that difficult. We just have to work hard."
The Elven Queen smiled like a spring breeze. She slowly put away each letter carefully.
"I really want to let go of everything and go back to see Teacher Flanders! I really want to continue reading in the library." The Elf Queen sighed.
In fact, not only the Elven Queen, but many other students were also thinking about Principal Flanders and the library.
Apart from missing Principal Flanders, they missed the books in the library and the days they spent together.
"Sigh, we can't just go back now. I wonder what Teacher Flanders is doing now?"
The Elven Queen stood up slowly. Her eyes darted around as she looked into the distance and murmured softly.
"The only regret is that there's no news from Teacher Flanders. How great would it be if I could receive Teacher Flanders' letter!"
The clouds in the sky were vast, the waves were surging, and the warm sun was shining high in the sky. The Elven Queen was watching from afar.
In a distant library, Flanders was lying leisurely on the beach, wearing a pair of large underpants and a pair of sunglasses. He was comfortably thinking about sunbathing.
There was a bonfire burning beside him, and skewers of meat were roasted on it. Every single one of them was fragrant, and the sound of sizzling oil could be heard. It was simply too wonderful.
"Ah, how many years has it been since I've had such an easy time?"
Flanders rolled over and took a big bite of meat, humming with satisfaction.
Although he didn't care much about the students before, he still felt responsible.
But now, he was completely relaxed.
Indeed, such a comfortable life was the most suitable for him.
The great magic tribulation and the transmission of holy flames had nothing to do with him.
But every now and then, when Flanders gazed at the empty library, he would sigh and worry.
After all, they were just a bunch of brats who he had watched grow up. They had to be safe.