"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 4: The Witch’s Knowledge Is Very Dangerous
 
“Oh, look at me. I forgot that my poor little baby has lost her memory. Tsk tsk… may the heavens pity her. Truly, may the heavens pity her.”

Maybe it was because her work was finished, but Maureen had switched back to that theatrical, overly sentimental tone—like someone badly dubbing a European drama. The rising and falling pitch in her voice felt more like she was singing an opera.
It was nonsense.
“So what?”
Jiang Cha tilted her head slightly, blinking innocently as she interrupted Maureen’s performance with quiet impatience.

“So, little one, when you have time, just go to the principal’s office and ask the old lady yourself. I don’t know the answer either!”
This time she had a northeastern accent. Jiang Cha was increasingly convinced this woman was mentally unstable.
With symptoms like that, she’d be facing life in a psych ward.

“Okay.”
Despite mentally sentencing her to ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) a lifetime of psychiatric care, Jiang Cha simply lowered her head and responded softly, her voice sounding hurt, but still holding a trace of determination. Combined with her innocent expression, it made Maureen visibly soften.
“Oh no, please don’t make that heart-wrenching face, my sweet little thing. The principal’s just lounging in her office. You can find her anytime. Let’s just finish the tests quickly so we can clock out early.”

This time, she spoke like a sleepy office worker trying to sound professional, and Jiang Cha couldn’t help but wonder what kind of act Maureen would put on next.
“I understand, Sister Maureen.”
Jiang Cha replied sweetly. She looked obedient, but her energy was clearly low.

“Alright~ go through the door to your left, baby. We’re going to test your inherent magic type now.”
Maureen was clearly delighted by being called “sister.” Her tone softened immediately.
Compared to the straightforward magic power test earlier, the testing for inherent magic was much more complicated.

It was during this process that Jiang Cha learned magic was divided into four major types: Transmutation, Knowledge, Mystery, and Power. Each type had different properties, though these only affected the conditions under which the magic activated or evolved—they didn’t determine how strong the magic was in combat.
In other words, two witches might both cast fireball spells. One could be using transmutation magic, while the other might be using mystery-type magic. Their spells could be equally strong, but their classifications would still differ. As their magic developed, the transmutation user might evolve into a "Five Fireball Cult" style—favoring quantity, speed, and flash—while the mystery type would likely lean into powerful, reserved forbidden spells.
There was no strict answer as to which path was better. It depended entirely on the witch’s future development.
However, Jiang Cha’s ability wasn’t so easy to define.

Her inhuman physical coordination—being able to control every muscle precisely—was just a side effect of her magic. Her physical strength came from the sheer volume of magic energy stored within her.
After a long series of complicated tests, Maureen stared at the results with a mix of confusion and surprise.
“It’s a bit tricky to categorize your magic, but it seems to be a basic form of mystery-type magic. The official name is Information Gathering, though most witches call it Last-Minute Cramming.”

Jiang Cha, now lying inside a magical device that resembled a CT scanner, listened as Maureen spoke in a more professional tone, almost like a doctor reading a medical chart.
“This kind of magic is actually quite useful, but not many people study it seriously. From what we can tell, it’s mainly a support-type spell that helps with memorization and learning. Most little witches use it for late-night study sessions.”
“That’s why they call it last-minute cramming, huh… Pretty basic,” Jiang Cha muttered while getting up and buttoning her shirt.

“There’s a more advanced version—developed by the principal a hundred years ago—that greatly boosts the efficiency of information collection. In some cases, it even enhances brain function. That might be why your thinking is so fast right now.”
“But the drawback is significant. That upgraded version burns through mana at terrifying speeds. It’s classified as a ninth-ring spell. Even a witch with considerable reserves can’t use it for more than 24 hours without risking total mana depletion. And the spell materials needed to cast it are bizarre and hard to come by.”
“In simple terms—it’s powerful, but expensive and hard to manage. That’s why people say it has high potential, but high difficulty. Only rich witches or people with too much time on their hands study it. Like our principal.”

Maureen had stopped worrying that Jiang Cha might collapse from magical overload. Now she was talking more freely, like a researcher writing up her report.
Am I feeling dizzy…?
Jiang Cha rubbed her temples, trying to stay focused on the flood of technical terms and explanations.
“But in your case,” Maureen continued, “this spell has already reached a very stable form. It’s become solidified magic, which means the mana drain is consistent and much more manageable.”

“Each magic ring in your spell lasts 2.31 seconds, and it drains about 214 mana per second. That’s a lot. For most witches, that kind of burn rate would be fatal within a few days. But with over 60,000 mana points, you can handle it—and it even regenerates over time.”
She explained that Magic Ring Points are a unit used to measure the duration and mana cycle of a spell. Solidified magic operates with fixed rings, and Jiang Cha’s was unusually fast and intense—almost on par with forbidden-level magic.
“But right now, the benefits are limited. Apart from boosting your brain power to terrifying levels, it doesn’t improve your combat strength.”

“If your magic still shows no destructive potential after developing it further, then our research division would love to have you.”
“I’ll even apply for a high salary on your behalf.”
Maureen sighed. The academy’s combat division was stretched thin—most witches were already working nonstop. If someone with Jiang Cha’s potential joined the front lines, she could become a powerful force in a few short years.

But unfortunately...
“This witch is still a good kid… with zero combat power.”
Jiang Cha was now staring blankly into space, murmuring unintelligibly like a broken computer. She’d absorbed too much knowledge too quickly and entered a mild shutdown state.

Maureen smiled fondly. She’d seen this many times before.
“She’ll be fine after a little while,” she muttered to herself.
“Learning magic comes at a price, you know. My poor, sweet darling.”

Reaching out, Maureen gently patted Jiang Cha’s cheek, her tone warm and teasing—like a hunter doting on a dazed young animal.
“Well then, we’ve still got plenty of time. What should we do next?”