Chapter 45: Too Shameful to Show Her Face

The demonic beast carriage continued forward.

At this point, they had reached the harbor area, where the road had become unavoidably crowded; although Haiyuedao was only a backwater town in the witch world, for the various non-human races under Haiyuedao’s rule, this floating witch island was the absolute center of the entire vast territory.

The non-human races who lived on this floating island were all elites within their respective tribes; countless of them came here every year with various dreams, despite the high fee to ascend the island and the exorbitant cost of living, which followed witch standards—difficult for weaker races—but this still could not stop those yearning for the witch world from flooding in.

For example, Dorothy’s father, Adam, had once been one of these dream-chasers.

Thus, even though the harbor road had been built wide enough, it was still packed to bursting, compounded by the fact that first-time visitors from non-human races had to go through procedures and formalities, making it even more congested.

Yet this congestion had nothing to do with witches, since they all flew directly—ground traffic was jammed, but the sky above remained spacious.

The no-fly decree on the floating island usually applied only to the main district; in the suburban harbor, witches could fly however they pleased, as long as they didn’t cause traffic accidents—even acrobatic aerial displays would go unchallenged.

Thus, the eight unicorns pulling the carriage spread their wings, their hooves lightly tapping as the magic carriage sped through the sea of clouds; below, the various races queued in misery, looking up to see this luxurious carriage soaring past—many children began shouting excitedly for their parents, while adult non-humans cast one longing, admiring glance at the opulent vehicle, resembling a divine chariot from myth, then quickly lowered their heads and returned to their queues.

Witch life was too distant for these non-humans, no different from myth; the affairs of gods were beyond the imagination of mortals, so they might as well focus on how to survive in this heavenly realm.

These people below, who had abandoned everything in their own tribes for the chance to ascend to the sky, could never afford to fall back into the mortal world again.

In fact, it wasn’t just the non-human races who were awed by this luxurious carriage—even witches flying overhead were hastily maneuvering their brooms aside, afraid they might accidentally bump into it and be unable to afford the compensation, even if they sold everything they owned.

Some younger witches excitedly screamed and pulled out their wands, repeatedly casting image-recording spells, planning to post them later on the witchnet’s social feed to boast about encountering a big shot today.

Older witches, however, focused more on the massive dragon emblem on the carriage, their faces filled with surprise—how could a Dragon Witch possibly come to their backwater town? And judging by the entourage, this seemed to be someone of great importance.

They’d likely have a new topic to discuss over dinner tonight.

Inside the carriage, Dorothy watched the scene outside and felt something strange.

Just yesterday, she had probably been one of those bystanders outside, gazing at Haiyuedao and thinking something like, “A true man should be like this!”—yet now she herself had become the object of others’ envy.

She wondered whether any of those passersby outside were thinking thoughts like, “I could take his place.”

Fate was indeed strange.

But after passing through the portal lay the Witch Academy; while riding this luxury carriage to enroll felt satisfying, wasn’t it too showy?

She thought this, a little shamefully.

Across from her, Euphelia glanced at her and instantly understood her daughter’s thoughts; she spoke up.

“Drop that shameful demeanor. If you ever wish to become a competent lord, proper pomp is essential. As a lord, every word and action of yours must serve as an example to your subjects—you must ignite their desires, give them motivation to advance.”

“Do you think it’s noble to remain humble and plain after rising to power? Hmph, foolish. If even you, the lord, live plainly, what about your followers? Can they afford to be more extravagant than you? They can only follow your simplicity—but why do they follow you, if not for profit? If everyone in the territory lives plainly, how will it ever develop?”

“Dorothy, remember: everything else in this world is false; only strength and profit are the true instruments of power in the hands of the elite. You must overwhelm everyone with absolute strength, making them believe in your success; you must attract everyone with profit, making them feel they gain by following you. Mercy and authority, balanced together—that is the mark of a competent lord.”

The Dragon Witch scolded her ungrateful daughter, imparting to her the wisdom of lordship.

Sigh. This daughter was good in every way—except her vision was too narrow. Why did she always want to appear weak, hide her true self, shrink and cower like this? She had none of the boldness and defiance expected of a young witch.

For starters, what’s with her outfit?

Long bangs, oversized glasses, a scarf wrapped halfway around her face—what’s this? Is she ashamed to be seen?

Come to think of it, her mother still didn’t even know what her daughter looked like.

Suddenly realizing this, the Dragon Witch acted immediately: she reached out, snatched off her daughter’s glasses, pulled down the scarf, then swept the long bangs upward—and then...

When that face—unparalleled in beauty, enchanting enough to bewitch all beings—was fully revealed, the carriage fell silent once more; not only Euphelia, but even the angel witch beside her, who had only glimpsed her profile, held her breath, utterly speechless.

Euphelia: “......”

Sophilia: “......”

The Dragon Witch silently lowered Dorothy’s bangs, replaced the glasses, rewrapped the scarf—this time even more tightly—before finally exhaling.

“You must be more careful when you go out. Girls must protect themselves; there are too many bad people out there. And Sophilia, you too—you must guard Dorothy carefully at school. Never let just anyone get near her.”

“Also, Dorothy, don’t stay in the dorms. Move in with Sophilia. Otherwise, I’m not at ease.”

Euphelia fell silent for a moment, carefully recalling her family lineage, confirming that for eighteen generations back, her clan had been pure Dragon Witches—no Succubi, no Fox Witches—then she gave this advice to the two before her.

Dorothy: “.....”

What the hell? Is it really that extreme? Like I’m some kind of monster who can’t be seen?

But she had no time to resist—the carriage had finally reached the portal entrance.

Dorothy’s face turned pale; she quickly pulled a bag from her backpack and held it to her mouth.

Then...

“Puke... this damn side effect of teleportation.”

......A beautiful girl vomiting rainbows...

Ahead, the Witch Academy had arrived.