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

Chapter 76: Space Broom
 
Exploring ruins was always troublesome.

It was like opening a blind box—before stepping in, one could only gauge the relic’s energy level. What lay inside, whether it was worth the risk, whether there would be anything of value at all, was completely unknown.
Mage Towers were even more troublesome.
After all, their owners were wizards, and no one could say for certain whether the one who built the tower had been a genius, a lunatic, or a madman with twisted tastes.

“Fortunately, Daisy’s team is reliable.”
An exploration party made up of three Great Witches was considered elite at the academy level.
“Let me introduce you. This is Kelly, the mid-level mechanic in charge of logistics. Technically, your role used to fall under her care, but… you know.” Daisy shrugged.

The girl looked at the handsome witch in front of her—dressed in a slightly sci-fi outfit and clad in mechanical armor—and nodded politely.
Honestly, it didn’t fit. A mechanic was meant for handling technology, not poking around in arcane wizard ruins. Daisy’s team would have been far better suited for exploring the remnants of a mechanical civilization rather than a fantasy tower.
“And this is Misa. She may be from Sakura, but don’t expect her to be some demure Yamato Nadeshiko when it comes to a fight.”
“I see.”

The girl smiled and nodded again. Without Daisy’s introduction, she never would have guessed this hunter-like witch came from a land famous for producing gentle, motherly types.
“Hello, I’m Sister Cha. I’m a low-level full-time professional specializing in alchemy. I hope we’ll have a pleasant journey together.”
“Daisy, how did you rope this little sister into coming? Did Teacher Carol really allow you to waste her time?”

Misa’s eyes widened at the sight of Sister Cha.
She wasn’t unknown. Together with Lina and He Qin, Sister Cha was one of the most famous first-years in the Battle Club—geniuses who had been singled out for personal instruction since the very beginning.
“Don’t talk nonsense. I’ve no wish to eat that old woman’s Fire Explosion.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “Sister Cha’s running her own witch shop now. I invited her properly.”

Then Daisy cast a glance at the other teammate who had been quiet the whole time, still hidden inside a gleaming silver-white suit of mechanical armor. She patted Sister Cha’s shoulder.
“Don’t mind her. Kelly’s been practicing some silent meditation lately. Normally, she’s very talkative.”
Sister Cha: “...”

A mechanic combat-witch, practicing silent meditation?
Witches really were full of peculiar quirks.
“Um… Senior Kelly, could you give me some guidance?” the girl asked hesitantly.

Kelly’s expression immediately brightened with excitement! If not for her silent practice, she would have launched into a flood of chatter on the ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) spot.
She was petite, no taller than a meter and a half, lively, with fair, rosy skin, and an expressive face that betrayed every thought. Just watching her features shift was enough for Sister Cha to read her like an open book.
I was expecting a normal team of witches, Sister Cha thought with a sigh.

Yet strangely, she already found herself liking them.
There was the lively, clever, and cute girl; the carefree big sister; and the striking young woman dressed like a rogue, who looked like she might lose her mind in a fight.
Each one had their own distinct charm.
Compared to exploration teams of other races, the witches might be unreliable… but at least they were pleasing to the eye.

Witches were a peculiar people.
They adored ritual and sentiment in daily life, often in the most wasteful ways—but when it came to work, they were ruthlessly efficient.
Their way of interacting was simple and straightforward.

“The ruins are quite far out,” Daisy explained. “We’ll need to transfer at the airport before heading into the debris zone.”
The debris zone, more properly called the multiverse fragment zone, was a narrow intersection where countless worlds overlapped. It was littered with the scraps left behind by creation and destruction alike. After billions of years of accumulation, it had become the favored hunting ground for adventurers from across the stars.
There, one could find the wreckage of technological mechas, enchanted relics of fantasy realms, cultivation manuals from mysterious worlds, immortal corpses of extradimensional demons, remains of ancient K-system gods, even the wings of holy battle angels.

There was nothing one could not find—only things one could not imagine.
Much of the witches’ vast stockpile of magical materials came from this place. Beyond the spoils of conquest, the fragment zone was their greatest treasure trove.
“Are we taking Overpass No. 1?”

“Why would we? That thing’s so slow.” Daisy tilted her head at Sister Cha.
“My teacher brought me on that route last time...”
“Oh! Then she must’ve been taking you sightseeing. Normally, we use this.”

Daisy pulled four brooms from her personal space.
They really were brooms—old-fashioned, a little dusty, practically out of a fairy tale.
“The latest space brooms. Retro style, automatic navigation. Do you have a license?”

“No,” Sister Cha answered without hesitation. “I’m only fourteen.”
“Then you’ll ride with me.” Daisy put one broom away immediately.
There was no way she’d let a little witch without a license fly solo. If anything happened, it wasn’t the crash they had to worry about—it was the Traffic Bureau dragging her off for investigation.

Despite appearances, a space broom was a very high-tech vehicle. Each was master-designed, assembly-line produced, with key components handmade. In witch society, they were considered luxury rides.
And they were fast.
Sister Cha sat sideways behind Daisy. Though she was perched on what looked like a bare wooden stick, the enchantments made it feel as plush as a high-end sofa.

A wind-inscription lifted her weight and even conjured an invisible belt that hugged her waist like a safety harness.
With a soft hum, three brooms rose, hovered, then shot forward into the space tunnel.
The tunnel was awash with kaleidoscopic light. A witch coming from the opposite direction spotted them, waved cheerfully, and flew past.

The broom was less a broom and more a shuttlecraft in disguise. The tunnel stretched or shrank according to the distance traveled.
Even the journey from Earth to the edge of the solar system was nothing to it. In safe-mode low speed, it was still faster than most conventional spacecraft.
Where it had taken Motter’s homemade car two hours just to reach the Moscow space station, their brooms arrived in five minutes flat.

No docking, no landing procedures—just fold the broom away into personal space, or carry it casually at your side.
They even had an auto-follow mode, where the broom would float obediently behind its witch.
“How does it feel?” Daisy asked.

“It was… like a dream. A journey through wonder, shaking me to the core.”
“Hahaha! You’ll see far greater wonders in the future! This world is vast beyond imagination!”