Chapter 3: Youthful Ambitions

The flying broom—the most common means of transport for supernaturals in this world. Its status was just like the bicycles and electric scooters in the world of Dorothy's previous life; basically, everyone had one.

Cheap, easy to use, cost-effective, and with a low learning curve. It only required a little bit of mana combined with a simple "Flying Spell" to take off instantly.

And the Flying Spell, a low-level magic, was taught in elementary school at mage academies in this world. It belonged to one of the most common introductory enlightenment spells for mages.

Although Dorothy hadn't been able to pass the entrance standards for the Witch Academy all these years, she had long since graduated from a regular mage academy. Moreover, she was an honor graduate, a top-tier student who had received so many scholarships she couldn't count them. Naturally, there was no reason she wouldn't know such a basic spell.

She sat upright on the broom handle in the standard riding posture, her two long, rounded legs tightly gripping the wooden pole. Her hands also gripped it tightly to maintain balance. Finally, she released a trace of mana from her hand, transmitting it into the Flying Spell array inside the broom.

"Whoosh..."

Chanting her exclusive takeoff command, the broom beneath her, which had been loose, suddenly gained power, and her feet, which had been on the ground, lifted slightly.

The girl was already floating.

Since ancient times, humanity's yearning for the sky had never ceased. In her previous life, people had tried every method to conquer the sky, but the sky had always remained very distant from ordinary people. Even though airplanes had long since become popular, many people still never sat on one in their entire lives.

But now, in this world, people could easily conquer the sky and soar freely, relying solely on their own power.

No matter how many times she had flown, Dorothy always maintained that sense of wonder in her heart. She smiled and slowly drove the broom beneath her to move forward.

It was just that she wasn't the type to enjoy speeding. With her relatively gentle personality, she always did things slowly, even flying. Her flying speed wasn't even as fast as the old woman who had just passed by, so much so that a phantom flashed past her side in a "whoosh."

"Sister, you're so slow."

Alice, who had launched like a rocket, looked at her sister, who was flying leisurely at the standard speed limit like a middle-aged uncle, and felt even more tired. Clearly, her sister was only sixteen, in the prime of her youth, but she always felt like there was a middle-aged uncle living inside her sister's heart.

*Oh, oh, oh, she's taking out her thermos cup with goji berry tea again. This is even more like an uncle! And isn't that the health-preserving method only those immortals in the East like? Sister, why are you so proficient at it as a witch? *

"Flying improperly leads to tears for the family. Sister, you're the one who should slow down. My toddler-level broom can't fly fast; this is already the top speed."

After the Flying Spell was activated, invisible mana would tightly fix the rider to the broom. At this time, there was no need to hold the broom handle tightly. Dorothy calmly took her beloved thermos cup out of the bag at her side, took a light sip of hot tea, and a look of happiness appeared on her face.

She glanced at her sister in front. Alice was currently sitting sideways on her latest "Flying Wing 6000 Terminator" collaboration broom. While this sitting posture didn't comply with broom flying regulations, it was the most common sitting posture for female mages and even witches. After all, girls always loved wearing all kinds of pretty skirts. A "dirt girl" like her who wore pants every day was rare.

"It's you who should change your broom, Sister. Let's buy one together later. This broom is still the children's model you bought when you were little, right? It's been so many years; I'm really surprised you can bear not to change it. And Sister, your witch-level mana didn't blow it up."

Alice in front rolled her eyes.

"I don't go out often, so this is enough. But it really is time to change one."

Dorothy gently stroked the old partner that had accompanied her for so many years, feeling a slight reluctance in her heart.

But just as her sister said, this children's beginner broom was indeed not enough now. Starting tomorrow, she would have to go out often to attend the Witch Academy, so a good flying broom was a necessity.

And this old partner was indeed too fragile; it was difficult to bear her current witch-level mana. It was like a plastic toy sword that would easily snap if an adult swung it hard. It was thanks to her slight talent in mana control precision that she hadn't played this old partner to pieces long ago.

"Then help me pick one later, Alice. I don't know much about which brands of brooms are good now."

Dorothy nodded and said.

"Alright, Sister. I'll pick a latest model for you later, guaranteed to be fast and stable."

Alice nodded excitedly. One could tell from the latest high-end broom beneath her butt that she had done a lot of research on this. She was a regular at broom racing competitions. Now that her "old antique" sister was finally ready to replace that ancient broom, she began to ponder how to sell her sister on the exciting activity of broom racing.

"Yes, yes, but don't make it too expensive. Our budget is limited; we can't afford your professional racing-grade ones."

Dorothy, who knew what her sister was like, saw through her intentions at a glance.

The sisters chatted like this while flying toward the massive floating city in the distance.

Witches, as the ruling race of this world and the natural noble class, naturally had living areas and living conditions that were different from others. They generally lived in the sky.

Sky islands were the most common residential structure for witches. These floating islands made of levitation stones were rare items in the distant past, but ever since witches figured out the mystery of levitation stones and could synthesize them artificially, these past treasures had become common, becoming a very common building material in this world. Not only did witches love using them, but some wealthy non-human spellcasters also loved them.

After all, the trends of witches, as rulers, were the fashion for other races in this world.

The home Dorothy lived in now was a typical witch sky island building. This was the wedding house her wealthy witch stepmother had purchased to marry her "pretty boy" father.

A standard small sky island with an internal space expansion structure. From the outside, it looked like a small sky island covering less than a thousand meters, but its internal space was about as large as a giant manor for humans on the ground. Besides the living space for the family, there were also planting areas, breeding areas, experimental areas, and a series of other functional zones. These were all essential configurations for witch families in this era.

Each sky island was actually equivalent to a high-end version of a mage tower for other races. Besides the price being a "billion" points too expensive, there were no other problems.

"Tsk, I didn't expect to still have to be a mortgage slave after transmigrating to another world. Heart-tired."

According to the tradition of witch families, young witches generally left their parents' homes after becoming adults to establish their own homes. Dorothy was already 16 this year, and her birthday was only a few days away. According to the regulations, after her adult ceremony, she would have to move out of the house and work on her own. At that time, purchasing her own sky island would be a necessity, and thinking of the sky-high price of sky islands, Dorothy only felt heart-tired.

Fortunately, she still needed to attend the Witch Academy in the future and could at least squat in the school dormitory for twenty years. This period could be used to buffer the pressure, save up more savings, and strive to buy a house upon graduation to become a winner in life.

Moreover, the pocket money her stepmother had given her every month over the years, plus the scholarships she had received at the mage academy, added up, and Dorothy actually had some savings. Among her peers, she could be considered a little rich woman, though she was still a "fingertip universe" distance away from her ultimate goal of buying a house.

"Tsk, whenever this happens, I feel a bit envious of my cheap father. Relying on his face to eat is truly something one can do whatever they want with."

Thinking of her human father who professionally relied on rich women, a sense of respect couldn't help but rise in Dorothy's heart.

It was just that now she was her own girlfriend, and as a "pure love warrior," she absolutely could not tolerate the occurrence of "NTR" (being cuckolded) happening to her, even if the target was a witch of the same sex...

*Hmm, absolutely not. I'm not that kind of casual person. I won't be a gold-digger. I want to reach the peak of life through my own hard work and effort. Relying on rich women to eat soft rice—I won't do that. *

Dorothy silently made a resolution in her heart. To solidify this belief, she cast her gaze toward the massive sky island that was getting closer and closer ahead.

"A successful witch should be like this. One day, I will establish my own witch society and build a sky island city even more magnificent than this."

The young half-witch made a vow in her heart at this moment.

*A great witch should be like this. One day, I will take its place. *

"Sister, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up! If we dawdle like this, we won't make it back for dinner."

Alice's call from the front interrupted Dorothy's grand ambitions.

"Coming, coming! I really am at top speed already."

The young half-witch sighed and tried her best to urge the old partner beneath her to accelerate and catch up. ===== CHAPTER 4 =====