Otaku Witch

The next morning, Dorothy opened her eyes on time from her bed and, as usual, opened her Spellbook to start browsing the Magic Network.

She logged into the campus forum skillfully, and the first thing she saw was the playback of the previous day's opening ceremony featured on the homepage.

She casually dragged the progress bar and eventually, the screen stopped at an elderly woman with slight wrinkles on her face and a very kind demeanor, who was in the middle of giving a speech.

This grandmother was none other than the current Academy Head of Witch Academy and the third seat on the Council of Sages—Priscilla.

Although a witch of such great power should have long since become immortal and should, in theory, not exhibit any signs of aging, not all witches prefer to maintain a youthful and beautiful form.

Ultimately, witches are a very idealistic race, much like the origin of their magical power, which comes from a believing heart, when a witch's mindset begins to age, this change also reflects in their physical appearance.

Of course, this change is only a manifestation of appearance and is not actual aging, as it does not affect the witch's strength or physical health.

If a witch wishes, reverting back to a youthful appearance is just a matter of thought, but a witch who has reached that state of mind probably doesn't care much about her looks anymore.

Moreover, each age stage of a person has its unique charm, the greenness of adolescence, the passionate fearlessness of youth, the mature steadiness of middle age, the calm wisdom of old age, and so on….

For powerful witches who live forever, physical age is really just a meaningless number, and the psychological age is somewhat more accurate.

Some witches are of great age but still have the heart of a teenager, while others may only be a hundred or two hundred years old but have already experienced vicissitudes and become indifferent to everything—this is not easy to pinpoint exactly.

Therefore, in the Witch World, one cannot judge a witch's age solely by their appearance.

It's quite possible that you see a young girl holding the hand of an elderly woman on the street, thinking it's a granddaughter out shopping with her grandmother, when in fact it is indeed a granddaughter with her grandmother, only that the young girl is the grandmother, and the old lady is the granddaughter.

Dorothy was not sure if the Academy Head's current kindly old woman appearance was due to her mentality aging or because the position of Academy Head required a wise and steady image.

However, it should probably be the former, as she searched the Magic Network for old photos of the Academy Head and found that about ten years ago, she was a beautiful lady. It was only in the past decade or so that she gradually changed into what she is now, and over ten years ago….

Dorothy recalled the gossip about the Academy Head's family that Little Fox had told her yesterday, especially the part about the eldest daughter of the Academy Head, who had been sealed by her own mother due to a Rampant Curse of Knowledge infection.

Sigh….

She sighed, feeling that every family has its hard-to-read story.

However, she had to admit that the Academy Head's speech was quite interesting—there's truth in the saying 'old ginger is spicier than young ginger'. Even someone as exceptional as Sophia is far behind the Academy Head.

The Pure White Witch had made a flashy entrance with all kinds of special effects, but the Academy Head simply stood there, without saying much, and no one dared question her authority.

If Sophia is like the legendary King of Angels, then the Academy Head is God, a real big shot who doesn't need those fancy warm-up special effects, plain and simple truth is the real deal.

Her speech didn't need any prepared script either; it was a truly impromptu speech, speaking off the top of her head, yet the humorous and witty language, the profound knowledge that she related effortlessly, was indeed fascinating and impossible to stop listening to.

Hmm, perhaps this is what Sophia's ultimate form would look like in the future.

The only pity was that the Academy Head did not demonstrate her power, which was a disappointment for Dorothy, who had hoped to witness what Sage Level strength looked like.

With a touch of regret, she withdrew her gaze from the ceremony playback on the homepage and began browsing the campus forum by flicking through the pages with her fingertips.

Only….

"Extra! Extra! Student Council President audaciously declares the sovereignty of the noble ladies during the opening ceremony."

"Shocking, sisters become sworn enemies at the opening ceremony, and the mastermind behind it all is that woman."

"This reporter brings you the news that the Armed Society recently added two special guests, one of whom is her?"

"Recently, the Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman has thawed her ice-cold demeanor, and the reason behind it is..."

"Hello to the Divine Church recruitment..."

.....

Dorothy snapped the spellbook shut, absolutely livid.

Dammit, her reputation was now beyond salvation. Reading between the lines on that lousy forum, it was clear what was written all over: "The lady's beauty is a disaster."

Still, Dorothy felt unjustly accused. She hadn't done anything, yet she was now so tainted not even jumping in the Yellow River could cleanse her name.

Forget it, there's no Yellow River in the Witch World. I'm not even going to try to clean this up, if you're straight, your shadow won't be crooked.

The fuming homebody witch flipped over like a salted fish and got up from bed, then quickly got dressed with the help of life series magic.
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"Fend for your own breakfast, I'm off, it's my first day at work."

She zipped into the kitchen, swiftly made two servings of her special pancake rolls, grabbed one, and dashed out the door. Before leaving, still angry at someone for sullying her innocence, she gave a fierce kick to the door of the Angel Witch's room and declared,

Having said this, the little witch started munching on a pancake roll in one hand, while holding her flying broom in the other and woohooed on the spot.

In fact, it was still early, far from class time. On any other day, Dorothy would have just gone back to sleep, but today she couldn't be lazy. After all, she had previously accepted the Succubus Witch's invitation to be the nutrition consultant for the Armed Society.

It was her first day on the job, and being late wouldn't be acceptable. Plus, despite being called a nutrition consultant, she knew full well she was just a cook. And though inherently lazy, she was responsible. Since she had taken the job, she needed to get the meals ready before the members of the Armed Society arrived.

Speaking of which, the Witch Academy's routine did remind her of the schedule of some island nation schools from her past life's anime—Students' first destination in the morning wasn't the classroom, but the club.

Before the nine o'clock class, students could participate in club activities for a while, and after 3 P.M., when school ended, they could enjoy club activities again during their free time.

Yep, it was ultimate freedom, what Dorothy had always longed for in her previous schooling days.

Therefore, clubs were very important to the witch students. Otherwise, while others were singing the songs of their youth and growing with their clubmates, the homebodies would be closeted away in their dorms, lonely and whiling away the time.

Just the other day, Spider Teacher had inquired whether Dorothy and older sister Audrey had decided on any clubs yet. It seemed, however, that both were homebody witches.

Upon this, Spider Teacher, showing a rare bit of authority, ordered them to join a club without delay, even mentioning how an unfulfilled student life was incomplete without club involvement.

This troubled Dorothy, who genuinely didn't want to waste time on club activities. She pondered whether she should just establish her own club. This way, she could dictate club activities and avoid wasting time.

But establishing a club required at least five members. Counting her younger sister Audrey, they were only two, short by three members, and she had no idea where to find them at the moment.

The little witch pondered this as she flew toward the Armed Society.

Cloaked in the Akari Technique, she was nearly imperceptible, and no one noticed her as she went along, munching on her breakfast and gently flying by, leaving behind a trail of pancake aroma.

.....The little witch on her way....