"magic mirror, magic mirror, there is a Demoness in Witch Academywho is as beautiful as a fish sinking and a wild goose falling, and a moon hiding and a flower shaming.
Although she has not yet made her mark, she will surely shock the entire academy in the future.
Who is this Demoness?"
In front of the dressing mirror, a beauty was looking at her reflection in the mirror, muttering to herself.
"Of course, it's me, Dorothy."
The young girl asked and answered herself.
"Stop being narcissistic, young lady, dinner's ready."
A clear, cold, and noble voice, like a hymn in a church, came from outside the room.
"Coming, coming."
As soon as she heard that dinner was ready, Dorothy, whose stomach was indeed rumbling with hunger, immediately lost her usual narcissistic thoughts.
She scampered to her feet, turned around, opened her suitcase, took out the newly bought school uniform, and put it on directly.
It must be said that the Demonesses' craftsmanship was indeed amazing.
The size of the new clothes was just right; they were neither too tight nor too loose when worn, fitting perfectly.
They even fit so well that she almost couldn't feel that she was wearing clothes, giving her a sense of uninhibited freedom, much like sleeping naked.
However, this was clearly an illusion.
Dorothy looked at the mirror in front of her again, and reflected in the mirror was a charming Demoness dressed in black.
Her jet-black long hair was as smooth as a waterfall, its exquisite color like the night sky, mysterious and serene.
Her world-shattering beauty seemed as if it shouldn't exist in reality; it was the posture of a deity that should only exist in the fantastical paintings of master artists.
Further down, the young girl's graceful figure was perfect—not an ounce too much, not an ounce too little.
It required no extra embellishment; even the plainest school uniform now exuded the grandeur of a fashion show runway.
The white shirt on her upper body was of the simplest style, outlining the young girl's purity.
However, the inconspicuous yet exquisite pattern on the collar highlighted the young girl's love for beauty, making her appear lovely and youthful.
It made one sigh, "A young girl's heart is always poetry," while also wanting to get closer to admire her.
The pants on her lower body were harem pants, commonly worn by Demonesses.
The fabric, which should have been pure white, now appeared somewhat pinkish when worn due to the contrast with the owner's skin tone.
The wide legs and tightened cuffs made the pants look plump yet charming and adorable.
And the black Demoness robe outside, which should have been loose and completely concealed her figure, was so well-fitted that it subtly outlined breathtakingly exquisite curves with every movement, dazzling the eyes and making it impossible to look away.
This feeling of being completely covered yet always feeling as if something could be seen was like the famous cat in quantum mechanics, always making one itch with curiosity.
This added a few points of mystery to the Demoness, and inexplicably, a few points of sensuality.
Dorothy: "..."
Why does this school uniform feel a bit improper? But it really looks like the plainest school uniform style, doesn't it?
She recalled the Demoness tailor named Mary at the Witch Specialty Store, as if she could see Miss Mary sticking out her tongue and giving her a thumbs-up at this moment.
Tsk, that SP tailor, even the clothes she makes are so lewd? I won't buy clothes from her next time.
Dorothy thought to herself.
But it does look... good, though.
The Demoness turned left and right in front of the mirror, examining her new look, and finally made her evaluation.
"You're so slutty."
Saying this, Dorothy herself was amused, and she couldn't help but let out a joyful smile.
Thus, the room, which had been somewhat dim with the curtains drawn, was illuminated by this smile, becoming exceptionally bright.
It was just a pity that such beauty could not be displayed to others.
"Clap."
Dorothy lightly snapped her fingers...
And so, her smooth long hair automatically floated up, braiding itself into a thick plait, and her long bangs hung low, directly obscuring her eyes that shone like stars.
Large, unfashionable black-rimmed glasses jumped onto Dorothy's high and straight nose bridge, once again covering one-third of her perfect face, leaving only her full, lovely small red lips and delicate yet not sharp chin exposed.
Considering it was mealtime soon, she decided to give her mouth and chin freedom for now, so she wouldn't put on a scarf yet.
Thus, the stunning beauty who could topple kingdoms had disappeared, replaced by a plain, unremarkable country Little Witch.
Heh heh, didn't expect that, Miss Mary?
No matter how good the figure, if the face isn't good, it's all for naught; no one will look.
All your little tricks on the school uniform are now useless.
Who would care about an ugly duckling's figure?
Dorothy, who was also a seasoned old SP in her previous life, scoffed disdainfully.
Only an SP knows how to deal with another SP.
Thinking this, she proudly opened her room door and walked out.
The Little Witch opened the door.
Outside the door, the first thing that caught Dorothy's eye was the luxurious yet cozy high-end decor.
Just like the previous luxurious carriage, this house was filled with opulent items that the Little Witch couldn't even dream of.
Not to mention the furniture and such, even a random small decorative ornament was a luxury item Dorothy had never dared to dream of before.
The country bumpkin unconsciously tiptoed carefully, walking through the corridor at the room's entrance.
After a few steps, her vision suddenly opened up, and a huge living room came into view.
And through the enormous full-length French window at the end of the living room, the outdoor scenery abruptly and forcefully intruded into Dorothy's field of vision.
Well, actually, it was all blue skies and white clouds.
But a few more steps forward, and with a downward glance, a vast urban landscape immediately came into full view.
Standing at the very peak, one can look down upon all other mountains.
This is the very center of the Witch Academy, the uppermost floor of the Witch Academy's landmark building—the Shining Tower.
Although it sounds impressive, strictly speaking, this towering structure, thousands of meters high, is merely a dormitory building; however, just like its name, Shining Tower, only the most outstanding Demonessesstudents in the entire school are qualified to live here.
This building has a total of 1000 floors, and apart from the public space on the first floor, each of the other floors houses an outstanding Demonesses, which means only students ranked in the top 999 of the school are eligible to reside here, and the current total number of students in the Witch Academy is around 500 million.
Additionally, here, the floor of residence is also related to the academic ranking; the higher a Demonesses student's ranking, the higher the floor she resides on.
Dorothy is currently on the highest floor of the Shining Tower, which is the residence of the Witch Academy's past chiefs—the Student Council President.
Only now...
Dorothy turned her head and saw that the Student Council President, who reigned over the entire Witch Academy, was currently wearing a pink fluffy bunny apron and making lunch in the kitchen.
Well, actually, it couldn't be considered that she was doing it; she was just standing in the middle of the kitchen, while the rest was all the kitchen utensils moving on their own.
Ingredients were washing themselves, knives were chopping vegetables by themselves, the stove was controlling the heat on its own, and spatulas were waving by themselves...
Hmm, everything was orderly, as if several invisible chefs were busy in the kitchen, and an enticing aroma wafted from the pot.
Are you touched? The Student Council President is personally cooking for me.
Anyway, Dorothy was very touched; her tears couldn't help but flow from the corners of her mouth.
She never expected that the Angel Witch, who seemed to have the air of a pampered young lady, would actually know how to cook, even if it was just cooking magic with pre-set recipes, but this was already very impressive, and she couldn't ask for more, right? After all, don't these kinds of pampered young ladies usually not lift a finger?
"It smells so good, excellent craftsmanship. This must be the Forest Witch's life series magic, hmm, the taste of the latest sixth edition of the Culinary Spell."
Dorothy walked to the dining table, sat down, and said.
"Hmm, this series of spells is very useful, I like it a lot. The Forest Witchis indeed the most remarkable Spell Master among the new generation of Demonesses; every one of her spells is novel and useful, it's just that most of her spells are inclined towards the life series, and there aren't many combat-oriented ones."
In the kitchen, Sophia nodded. Even someone as proud as her wore an expression of admiration, speaking with a hint of self-deprecation.
"Hmm, thank you for the compliment."
Upon hearing this, Dorothy couldn't help but say, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Please don't flatter yourself, young lady, I wasn't complimenting you."
The Angel Witch rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with her.
This annoying young lady always made Sophia irritable, yet due to her teacher's orders, the Angel Witch had to shoulder the responsibility of looking after this young lady, how bitter she was.
The Pure White Witch sighed, feeling a bit mentally exhausted, and it was precisely because of this distraction that a slight ripple appeared in the otherwise perfectly orderly kitchen.
"My meat."
Sophia was anxious upon sensing the disturbance in the spell, but before she could correct it, she heard a snap of fingers.
An incredible thing happened; the spell that originally belonged to the Angel Witch was suddenly taken over, and it began to operate smoothly with a perfect rhythm that even Sophia marveled at. Everything was so harmonious and natural, as if the spell had truly come alive, and an even more enticing aroma began to emanate from the pot.
"Beautiful wandless casting, perfect control of magic power. Young lady, are you also a fan of the Forest Witch's spells?"
The Pure White Witch looked up at the country bumpkin Little Witch at the dining table, whose hand was still raised from snapping her fingers, and with a beautiful raised eyebrow, she asked.
Although she was proud, she was never an unreasonable person. The young lady's spell was indeed worthy of praise; at least in terms of proficiency with this spell, she was indeed far inferior to her.
However, while admitting it, Sophia still felt a bit displeased in her heart. She was a Demonesses with a very strong competitive spirit. It was fine that she had lost the previous duel due to carelessness, but now she had lost again in spell control, and what she lost was her best culinary spell.
It should be known that she had always had the habit of cooking herself, and she had used this culinary spell almost every meal since she learned it, so her control was quite high, yet she still lost.
It seems this young lady's fondness for the Forest Witch is even greater than her own.
Sophia inexplicably felt a sense of 'I've lost again' in her heart.
In response, Dorothy put down her hand and smiled shyly.
"It seems I forgot to tell you all, but I am actually the Forest Witch; that's my magic mirror login name."
Angel Witch: "..."
After a brief silence, she decisively took off her apron, then ran to the dining room, put the pink fluffy bunny apron on Dorothy, and finally sat down herself.
"Then the kitchen will be entrusted to you from now on, young lady."
Dorothy: "..."