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

Chapter 77: A Magnificent World Tour
 
Riding a space broom felt like drifting through a dream, but boarding a starship for a long journey was something else entirely—like stepping into a full-fledged science fiction epic.

The witches’ starships might run on magical principles, yet in form and function they were indistinguishable from the sleek vessels of futuristic civilizations.
When Jiang Cha and Motel had taken a short trip last time, the novelty hadn’t truly sunk in. But this time, their destination lay far beyond the solar system—toward the vast debris fields. The voyage would last what felt like an entire day.
Of course, that “day” wasn’t real. With superluminal flight and the distortions of space-time at each gate crossing, the passengers would only experience the sensation of a full day. In reality, no more than three hours would pass.

For immortals like witches, that was barely the blink of an eye.
“Our rooms are connected. If you need anything, just knock. I’ll be right next door.”
Daisy’s voice carried a note of casual concern as she glanced at Jiang Cha, who was embarking on her first long-distance voyage.

Witches were generally considered independent by the age of fourteen—old enough to care for themselves—so Jiang Cha wasn’t given any special treatment. A word of advice here, a gentle reminder there, was the extent of it.
“If you feel like wandering, that’s fine,” Daisy added, “but I’d suggest you rest first. The real sights begin once we enter the hyperspace wormhole. The scenery there is far more breathtaking than this dead stretch of void.”
For higher magical beings like witches, faster-than-light travel carried the same weight as jet lag did for humans: a sudden, bone-deep fatigue that demanded rest.
Yet oddly, world-crossing and dimensional shifts never produced that exhaustion. Researchers claimed witches’ souls were naturally attuned to the “fantasy rules” that governed such phenomena. A convenient explanation, Jiang Cha thought, about as convincing as blaming every mystery on aliens.

“I understand. Thank you, Senior Daisy.”
The girl’s voice was soft, but already tinged with drowsiness. The weariness pressed at her soul—not overwhelming, but enough to make her eyes heavy.
She hadn’t felt this during her previous starship ride, largely because that trip was short, spent entirely inside wormholes with no extended stint in superluminal drift.

Her quarters were compact but well-appointed, like those of a luxury cruise liner. Travel starships assigned private rooms even to staff, though this particular voyage was business, not pleasure. They hadn’t splurged on the exorbitant luxury-class tickets.
The ship glided so smoothly that nausea was impossible. Even so, the haze in her head convinced Jiang Cha to surrender to rest.
It had been too long since she’d enjoyed real sleep. Lately she’d kept herself awake with mental potions, but tonight she yearned for the comfort of dreams.

She slipped off her spring coat, kicked aside her Martin boots, and peeled away her black tights. Her outfit was deliberately ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) chosen—loose denim trousers paired with a crisp white shirt. Casual, practical, suited for work.
Witches didn’t fuss over outward appearances, nor did they demand formal attire in professional settings. Practicality always came first. Most favored custom-tailored magical equipment instead, each design reflecting the witch herself. Only the Witch Army and the Sage Council’s Internal Audit Team were said to wear standardized gear. Jiang Cha had never seen members of either.
Knock, knock, knock.

The gentle, rhythmic tapping roused her from sleep. Groggy, Jiang Cha sat up and rubbed her temples.
The fatigue was a feedback from warped time and space tugging at her soul. Still, the simple act of pressing her fingers against her brow offered a little relief.
“Ah… sorry, I must’ve overslept—”

She opened the door mid-apology, only to be met with Kelly’s bright face. The mechanic witch pressed her lips together, silent as ever, but her sparkling eyes and playful blinking carried more expression than words could.
It was as if she were saying, Don’t worry about it.
Kelly’s mastery of silent meditation kept her voiceless, yet she needed no fancy tricks like magic text displays or sensor tablets. Her expressions alone were enough—every grin, every blink vivid enough to be turned into an emoji pack.

Before Jiang Cha could fully wake, Kelly seized her hand, tugging her along the corridor. The girl glanced back with a sly wink, lips curved in a mischievous smile.
Jiang Cha understood instantly.
Daisy and Misa are waiting. Hurry up!
No words were spoken, yet it was as though she’d heard them clearly.

Kelly was like a character brought to life from an anime—her gestures, her laughter, her very presence overflowing with emotion. In reality, people’s tones and expressions often contradicted their meaning, leading to endless misunderstandings. But Kelly was different.
Her purity, her radiant warmth, made her every thought shine plainly.
It was like a dream.

Especially here, on the one-way transparent bridge of the starship, with the cosmos blazing just beyond the enchanted glass. Kelly, running ahead, looked for all the world like a girl who had stepped straight out of the second dimension.
Goodbye—I’m going to the two-dimensional world.
The thought rose unbidden in Jiang Cha’s heart.

“Oh, finally! Come on, sit down and eat. Starship meals are amazing—you won’t find this food anywhere else.”
Daisy waved cheerfully, her tone light as Jiang Cha entered the transparent dining hall. She didn’t question the dazed look on the girl’s face, just beckoned her over with a smile.
The restaurant itself was a marvel: every wall a window into infinity, revealing the blurred edges of the dimensional boundary. Passengers sat within, laughing, chatting, their ordinary presence grounding the surreal vista.

Above them, through the crystal ceiling, the auroras of hyperspace rippled in dazzling waves of color.
It was beautiful beyond words.