Chapter 46: Welcome to the Witch Academy

To the perception of a normal witch, spatial teleportation is nothing more than an instant. Their dull senses barely register any other feeling from it. Isn't it as normal as taking a step forward and naturally moving ahead? What is there to be strange about?

However, for witches like Dorothy who possess space-time aptitude, overly keen senses and a special constitution allow them to perceive much more during spatial teleportation.

It's just that this isn't entirely a good thing, because Dorothy's overly lackluster strength means she cannot decide what she wants to receive and what she doesn't; she can only passively accept everything.

Consequently, a massive amount of information surges into her brain all at once. Yet, her strength and knowledge reserves have not reached the level where she can digest and understand this information involving the space-time realm. With such excessive information piling up in her brain, it gives her a dizzying sensation as if her brains are boiling, feeling as if she has been thrown into a washing machine and tossed around violently.

She still remembers the first time she experienced teleportation as a child; she nearly died on the spot. Afterward, she had to lie at home for several weeks before she recovered. It was fortunate that she was a witch with tenacious vitality; even as a cub, she possessed physical fitness that surpassed that of adult individuals of ordinary races, otherwise, she might not have survived.

However, this situation gradually improves as Dorothy's strength increases. At the very least, for her now, the impact brought by ordinary teleportation is equivalent to nothing more than a bout of motion sickness; she just has to endure it and it passes.

However, the journey from Haiyuecheng to the Witch Academy is not the usual small-scale teleportation within a city, but ultra-long-distance teleportation...

And so, when the master-disciple pair of the Dragon Witch and the Angel Witch closed their eyes and opened them again, noticing that the teleportation had ended, they looked at Dorothy beside them and were shocked to find a salted-fish witch lying on the sofa with dead-fish eyes.

Dorothy, deceased.

The master-disciple pair: "........"

The Angel Witch was greatly alarmed, thinking that something had gone wrong with the teleportation just now and that the Young Lady had encountered some accident. She raised her hand, preparing to cast dozens of Holy Light Healing Spells, but the Dragon Witch stopped her.

"Stop, Sophie Liya. It's useless. Just let her lie there for a while. Although it's painful, this is good for her."

The vision of a Peak Witch is naturally not for show. For a powerhouse of You Feiliya's level, even if she herself lacks talent in space-time, her strength is already sufficient to pave a new path and make space-time willingly submit.

The principle of "master one, master all" is just like that.

Therefore, just by glancing at her daughter's condition, You Feiliya understood more or less what had happened. It was nothing major, just that she had "eaten" too much at once, leading to some "indigestion." There was no great danger.

Although she could personally intervene to remove her daughter's pain and wake her up immediately, there was no need. This process of self-"digestion" is actually beneficial to Dorothy, allowing her to passively gain a deeper realization of the mysteries of space-time.

The Dragon Witch merely beckoned, causing her daughter's body to fly toward her. She let her daughter's head rest on her lap, then reached out to stroke her daughter's forehead, thereby soothing her daughter, whose expression was somewhat contorted with pain.

You Feiliya lowered her head, watching the furrowed brows of her unconscious daughter gradually smooth out under her soothing. A smile could not help but appear on the Dragon Witch's face, which was always domineering and majestic.

She had once fantasized about such a scene over a decade ago when she was still pregnant with her daughter. Back then, she had thought about being a gentle mother, hugging her little daughter to sleep every day, spending more time with her, and watching her grow up day by day.

It was just unexpected that now, seeing this daughter, whom she had carried for five years before giving birth, again, the daughter had suddenly grown up just like that.

Although she felt some regret in her heart for not being able to witness her daughter's growth process with her own eyes, this was also quite good. Isn't she growing up quite excellently and healthily?

That is enough.

Moreover, she would not miss her daughter's even more distant and brilliant future; she would personally witness everything.

On the side, the Angel Witch quietly watched the heartwarming mother-daughter daily life before her, especially when she saw the gentle and satisfied smile on her teacher's face that she had never seen before. Sophie Liya's gaze dimmed, feeling somewhat lost.

Looking again at the silly Young Lady lying on the teacher's lap, enjoying a lap pillow experience she had never enjoyed herself, the Angel Witch curled her lip.

Heh, as expected, this Young Lady is truly annoying. We are naturally incompatible.

I'm sorry, Teacher, I think I shouldn't have been in the carriage; I should have been under the carriage.

Just like that, inside the carriage, it was heartwarming on one side and sour like a lemon on the other.

And outside the carriage, a prosperous world that even the wildest imagination of a mortal could hardly conceive unfolded.

This is a world belonging to young witches. Ignorant and innocent witch students gather here, bringing with them the youthful vigor and positive upward spirit.

This is a world belonging to knowledge seekers. Learned scholars and knowledge-chasing seekers meet here, and the collision of thoughts and knowledge makes this place full of unknown possibilities.

This is a world belonging to dream chasers. People from all realms and races who crave progress and are unwilling to be ordinary use all sorts of methods to come here, just to chase that elusive opportunity in their dreams.

The luxurious carriage drove out from the teleportation gate. As soon as it entered the port, one could see the huge, shimmering text slogan at the entrance gate of the vast urban complex in the distance.

"Welcome to the Witch Academy. This is a place where vitality, knowledge, and dreams converge. May you set sail from here and head toward that colorful future that belongs to you."

"Ugh... this damn teleportation aftereffect."

The sleeping witch woke up suddenly. Dorothy sat up straight.

However, the lingering warmth she felt at the back of her head made her somewhat puzzled. It seemed that this time it wasn't as painful as before, and while unconscious, she seemed to have had a nice dream.

Then, she looked around in a daze.

Ah... oh no, why is it an unfamiliar ceiling and room again?

Have I transmigrated again?

A thought like this suddenly popped into her still-foggy brain, which scared her into hurriedly lowering her head to look at her lower body. As a result...

Tsk...

Looking at the two high mountains on her chest that blocked her line of sight, Dorothy curled her lip, feeling somewhat regretful.

Laugh to death, I can't see anything at all.

This excitement was for nothing; that's fine then.

She thought this in a somewhat listless manner, but soon her expression changed.

Wait, haven't I always been suppressing these two mountains with bandages?

Her gaze swept over, and she saw the messy pile of sealing bandages on the bedside table.

She lowered her head again to look at her clothes.

Good heavens, pajamas I don't recognize.

Damn, has my chaste purity that I've guarded so well been lost?

Just as she was pulling the bedsheet and feeling sorry for herself, the room door was pushed open, and the pure white angel walked in.

"Good morning, Young Lady. You woke up at about the same time as the teacher said."

PS: Volume One complete. ===== CHAPTER 47 =====