Chapter 50: The Value of a Witch.
In the afternoon, Dorothy left with Sophia. Her pleasant time of slacking off had ended, and now she needed to complete some admission procedures.
Although she had previously received an admission notice from the Witch Academy, this did not mean that she could choose any school within the Witch Academy as she pleased.
In fact, the academy would only assign you a fallback school to complete your basic 20 years of compulsory education. However, everyone knew the quality of such finally assigned schools; they were basically unknown schools at the bottom of the rankings, with hardly anyone applying to them.
Therefore, any Witch with even a little ambition would not obey the academy's assignment; they would choose their preferred academy to apply to themselves.
For example, the entrance examination for Brewster Academy, which Dorothy wanted to apply to, was three days away. Therefore, she had to go to the academy's admissions office first to register and sign up for the exam.
Besides this, some other minor permits were also required for living in the Witch Academy, such as flight permits and restricted spellcasting permits.
For a large research-oriented witch Territory like the Witch Academy, peaceful and stable public order was extremely important. To reduce unnecessary trouble, the entire academy was actually always shrouded by a massive anti-magic barrier.
Harmless daily life spells were generally not restricted, but special spells that could potentially harm the academy's order were restricted. Without a special spellcasting permit, even a common Great Witchwould find it difficult to forcefully cast spells.
However, that spellcasting permit wasn't difficult to obtain; basically, any Witch who applied for it could get it approved. After all, this was the Witch Academy, and students, especially those from the Armed Witch Academy, came here to learn those high-risk restricted spells.
And that so-called spellcasting permit was less of a permit and more of a monitoring tool. Subsequent spellcasting by individuals holding a spellcasting permit would be monitored and recorded. This way, if someone committed a crime, the academy could simply retrieve the spellcasting records and compare them with the spellcasting time to basically determine the culprit.
Furthermore, if someone was detected preparing to cast high-level area-of-effect magic in densely populated areas like downtown, their spellcasting permit could be frozen in time. In such a case, the perpetrator, having lost their spellcasting ability under the suppression of the Great Barrier, could only surrender to the Discipline Committeeenforcement team.
Well, these large Witch Territories generally have similar control methods, so while they appear prosperous and lively, they always feel somewhat restrictive. This is also one of the main reasons why the central areas of Witch Territories are mostly inhabited by other races, and very few Witches choose to live there.
Many Witches, accustomed to freedom, cannot tolerate such restrictions. They would rather moor their sky islands in the peripheral suburbs of the witch Territory than live directly within the territory and be subjected to twenty-four-hour supervision.
After all, during work hours, there's no choice, but after work, everyone wants to relax more.
However, while adults can be relatively free, for Witch students who have not yet graduated from the academy and are not yet considered independent Witches by the Witch World, there is no choice but to endure this campus life, which feels like being in prison.
However, Dorothy had no complaints about this kind of restriction. On the contrary, she wholeheartedly approved of such strict school rules, as no one wants to be eating hotpot and singing at home only to suddenly be wiped out by some lunatic's AoE magic, right?
In her opinion, if magic were not regulated, its lethality and destructive power would be incomparable to the minor skirmishes of firearms in her previous life. Perhaps other students would hope for more democracy, but she had no desire to live that kind of "democratic" life in a free witch Territory, with a nuclear explosion every day.
The entire Witch Academy has a standard circular city structure, with the landmark Shining Tower where they reside as the center, radiating outwards in concentric rings.
The innermost ring is the core area of the entire witch Territory, where core departments such as the Lord's Mansion (Principal's Office), the School Committee Headquarters, and the Student CouncilHeadquarters are located.
The second ring and further out are basically all schools and supporting commercial areas. The higher-ranked academies are located in the more central areas. Brewster Academy, one of the top ten famous schools chosen by Dorothy, is located in the second ring area.
The procedures she needed to handle were under the jurisdiction of the Student Council, so going directly to the Student Council was sufficient.
Coincidentally, Sophia, as the Student Council President, was also about to go to work, so she simply took her young lady along.
The Student Council was located in the first ring, not far from the central Shining Tower where the two lived. Since Dorothy had not yet obtained a flight permit, the two simply walked there.
As they walked, Dorothy curiously observed the surrounding scenery.
As a witch Territory, the Witch Academy naturally floated in the sky, rather than being a city built on the ground.
This was a vast metropolis composed of countless large and small sky islands. Basically, every academy and every facility was an independent sky island, and the sky islands were connected and fixed together by illusory magic chains, with magic pathways for passage between them.
Therefore, strolling on these translucent, illusory pathways and looking down, one could see the infinitely vast land below through the ethereal clouds. If one used eye techniques like Eagle Eye, one could even clearly see the other races toiling on the land.
And looking up, what met the eye was the prosperity of the Witch World. The layered sky islands floating in the clouds formed a mythical wonderland. Many Witches leisurely flew overhead on brooms, each one youthful, beautiful, and full of vitality. If you whistled from below, you could even make the Little Witches in the sky cover their skirts and glare at you in embarrassment.
Of course, if you met someone with a bad temper, you might even get a beating.
Dorothy looked straight ahead, scanning her surroundings, and found that most of those walking on the ground with them were various heterogeneous races.
The rules of the Witch World have always been lenient towards Witches, fair towards close human relatives, and relatively strict towards heterogeneous races.
Therefore, flight permission was readily available for Witches upon application, and not difficult for human mages to obtain, but it was somewhat challenging for these heterogeneous races.
Dorothy saw many winged humanoids who could only obediently fold their wings and walk on the ground, unable to freely spread their wings and soar.
She also saw many strong heterogeneous race experts, whose aura was no less than that of ordinary Witches, who could only walk obediently at this time, occasionally looking up with some envy at the Little Witches in the sky who were less powerful than them but enjoying the pleasure of flight.
And as soon as those of the heterogeneous races saw the two Witches approaching, they quickly made way, lowered their heads, and dared not look around, fearing that they might accidentally offend a Witch.
After all, these heterogeneous races in this Witch city did not belong to "people." In terms of status alone, they were no different from the grass on the roadside lawn.
Although signs on the lawn read "Protect the lawn, please do not step on it," in reality, stepping on it was just that, at most resulting in a fine.
Old heterogeneous race members who had lived in the Witch World for many years knew not to idly test a Great Witch's mood for the day, otherwise, no one knew what consequences it might bring.
Do not casually speculate on the will of a god; mortals only need to bow their heads when they see one.
Just then—
Splat!
Dorothy, who was looking around with immense curiosity at the fantastical scenery, suddenly felt something bump into her. She looked down and saw a small rabbit-eared beastman loli sitting on the ground, her big, watery red eyes tearfully looking at the ice cream scattered all over the ground.
Then she looked at her new school uniform.
Well, it was now ice cream flavored.
Even Sophia, who was walking very close to her, was not spared; the pure white girl's toe was stained with a chocolate mark.
At this moment, the air suddenly became quiet. The previously crowded boardwalk instantly emptied out a large section. People in front quickened their steps, and those behind turned and left.
Everyone retreated, leaving only the rabbit-eared loli still crying on the ground, looking at her ice cream, and a mature, charming rabbit-eared woman who was revealed by the retreating crowd.
But this seemed to be the strongest of the surrounding heterogeneous race experts Dorothy had sensed earlier.
However, at this moment, tears streamed down the rabbit-eared woman's face, her exquisite and charming face filled with a panic as if the sky had fallen, and she couldn't even stand steadily, collapsing to the ground.
Judging from the equally snowy fur, this mature rabbit-eared woman should be a close relative of the little loli.
But in the end, she still mustered her courage, rushing forward recklessly to embrace the little rabbit-eared loli, who still didn't know what had happened. After shielding the loli behind her, she slowly prostrated herself at Dorothy's feet.
"Great Witch, please forgive my sister's rudeness. It was my negligence that allowed my sister to offend you. I am willing to accept any punishment."
Dorothy: "..."
She looked at the rabbit-eared woman, whose magical aura was clearly several times stronger than her own, capable of easily defeating a dozen Little Witches of her own Myriad Demon level with one hand, adopting such a humble posture. For the first time in her life, she realized how high the status of a Witch was in this world.
Tsk, this is even higher than the Celestial Dragons' status, but is it really necessary to be so scared? No matter what, no one would lay a hand on a child for such a minor matter... right?
Dorothy had originally thought so in her heart.
But she looked at the trembling body of the rabbit-eared woman prostrate on the ground before her, and she suddenly felt a little unsure.
Her naturally powerful perception could clearly sense the strength of this rabbit-eared woman before her. She should be a beastman warrior, and at seemingly just over 20 years old, she already possessed strength close to that of a legendary warrior (an ordinary Witch). This was definitely a genius among beastmen, a talent that could even be considered excellent among Witches.
And geniuses are always proud. Such an act of kneeling and prostrating before an enemy should not be done by a genius, especially a beastman warrior, a profession that emphasizes the tempering of willpower. One should know that legendary beastman warriors dared to swing their blades at Dragons; they were incredibly reckless.
So, the question is, what exactly did my compatriots do in the past to make a beastman warrior, known for her recklessness, so terrified when facing a Little Witch she could easily crush, not daring to resist in the slightest?
Dorothy's limited imagination couldn't come up with an answer for a while.
She recalled her father Adam's previous description of Witches on the battlefield.
Killing machines? More ruthless than angels? More brutal than Dragons? More lustful than demons?
Ah, what kind of strange race have I even become after Transmigration?
The Zhai Mo Nv, who had come out of a relatively simple, eighteenth-tier rural retirement area, realized for the first time, upon arriving in this big city, the true value of the words "Witch."
Is this the prestige of the leader of the Calamity Race?
And on the ground, the previously ignorant little loli was now still looking at her kneeling sister with confusion. After blinking her eyes, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have caused great trouble, but being still young, she didn't know what to do, only how to cry.
Amidst the loli's cries, Dorothy thought about the dream she had originally thought wouldn't be too difficult...
At this moment, she suddenly understood why her mother Youfeiliyahad so strongly opposed it before, and also understood the correctness of her mother's phrase, "convincing with reason."
This path to realizing her dream truly seemed much more difficult than she had imagined.
3550 words, rounded up, that's two chapters. I'm completely drained.