[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Armed Witch",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2353587,4604,"Chapter 47: I Have Not Heard Your Name","armed-witch-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>“Magic mirror, magic mirror, among the witches of the Witch Academy, there is a witch whose beauty makes fish sink and geese fall, whose charm shames the moon and blushes the flowers. Though she has yet to shine, she will surely shock the entire academy—who is this witch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before a dressing mirror, a beautiful maiden gazed at her reflection, murmuring to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s me, Dorothy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl asked and answered herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop being so vain, missy. Come eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From outside the room came a crisp, pure voice, as noble and serene as a hymn in a cathedral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Coming, coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the word “meal,” Dorothy, whose stomach had begun rumbling loudly, instantly abandoned her usual self-admiration. She sprang up, turned to her suitcase, pulled out the newly bought uniform, and slipped it on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have to admit, the witches’ tailoring skills are incredible—this new outfit fits perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose, so well-tailored that it feels almost like you’re not wearing anything at all, offering the same carefree, unrestricted sensation as sleeping naked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was clearly just an illusion. Dorothy looked again into the mirror, revealing a petite witch dressed in black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her jet-black hair flowed like a silken waterfall, its hue exquisite, as deep and serene as the night sky; her face, too beautiful to belong to reality, belonged only in the fantasies of a master painter’s brush—a divine visage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, her figure was exquisitely proportioned—adding an inch would make her too full, subtracting one would make her too thin, perfectly sculpted without need for adornment; even the plainest school uniform now radiated the grandeur of a runway show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white blouse on top was the simplest in design, accentuating the girl’s purity, while the subtle, delicate pattern at the collar revealed her innate love of beauty—charming, youthful, evoking poetry and drawing one irresistibly closer for a better look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bell-bottom pants were a classic witch’s style; though meant to be pure white, the fabric took on a faint pink hue against her skin; the wide legs tapered tightly at the ankles, giving them a plump, adorable, and charming appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oversized black witch’s robe meant to conceal her figure now clung so tightly that every movement subtly traced breathtaking curves, dazzling the eyes and leaving one breathless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sensation—of being fully covered yet somehow feeling as if you could glimpse something hidden—was like Schrödinger’s famous cat, leaving one agonizingly curious, adding mystery to the witch while simultaneously stirring a faint, teasing sensuality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy: “……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why does this school uniform feel so inappropriate? But it looks like the most plain, ordinary uniform possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered the witch tailor named Mary from the witch specialty shop, as if seeing Miss Mary sticking out her tongue and giving her a thumbs-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tsk, that SP tailor—does she even make clothes that aren’t lewd? I’m never shopping there again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy thought to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… it really does look good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witch turned left and right in front of the mirror, examining her new look, then delivered her verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so sexy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying it, Dorothy laughed at herself, breaking into a bright, joyful smile that instantly illuminated the dim room, previously hidden behind curtains, making it radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad such beauty was destined never to be shown to the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snap…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy snapped her fingers lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, her smooth, long hair floated upward and wove itself into a thick braid, while her bangs fell low, completely obscuring her star-like eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large, outdated pair of black-rimmed glasses leapt onto her high nose, once again hiding one-third of her perfect face, leaving only her plump, alluring red lips and delicate, softly rounded chin exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since dinner was coming up, she decided to give her mouth and chin a little freedom—for now, no scarf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the breathtaking beauty vanished, replaced by a plain, unremarkable country witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha! Didn’t see that coming, Miss Mary? No matter how great your figure, if your face is ugly, no one will notice. All your little design tricks in the uniform are useless now—who cares about the figure of a little duckling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy, a veteran SP from her past life, sneered dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only an SP truly knows how to handle another SP.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, she proudly opened the door and stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……The little witch is opening the door…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the door, Dorothy’s eyes met a luxurious yet cozy high-end interior, identical to the opulent carriage she’d ridden in before—every corner of the house overflowed with luxuries she’d never dared dream of in her past life; even the smallest decorative trinket was a treasure she’d once considered unattainable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The country bumpkin instinctively tiptoed, carefully navigating the hallway; after just a few steps, her view opened up to a vast living room; beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling window at the far end, the scenery outside abruptly flooded into Dorothy’s sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, it was just blue sky and white clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a few more steps, looking downward, a sprawling, immense city stretched out before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing atop the peak, one sees all mountains small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the very top of the Tower of Radiance, the landmark of the Witch Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounds impressive, but strictly speaking, this towering structure thousands of meters high was merely a dormitory. Yet, as its name suggests, only the most outstanding witch students in the entire academy were granted the privilege of residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building had a thousand floors; aside from the first floor, designated as common space, each floor housed one exceptional witch—meaning only the top 999 students in the academy qualified to live here. The Witch Academy currently had about 500 million students…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the floor one lived on corresponded directly to one’s academic ranking—the higher the rank, the higher the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Dorothy stood on the very top floor—the residence of the academy’s top student and former student president.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy turned her head and saw the academy’s supreme president, draped in a pink fluffy bunny apron, preparing lunch in the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, technically, she wasn’t cooking—she merely stood in the center of the kitchen while all the utensils operated autonomously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ingredients washed themselves, the knives chopped on their own, the stove regulated the heat, the spatula stirred the pot…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, everything proceeded in perfect order, as if invisible chefs were bustling about, and rich, mouthwatering aromas wafted from the pots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moved? The president is cooking for me personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy was deeply moved—tears streamed from the corners of her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never imagined this elegant, angelic witch could cook—even if it was merely a pre-programmed cooking spell, it was still astonishing; one couldn’t ask for more, for weren’t all these privileged girls supposed to be utterly unaccustomed to the kitchen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smells wonderful—your skill is impressive. This is the Forest Witch’s Life Series spell, right? Yes, the flavor of the latest sixth edition of the cooking incantation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy sat down at the dining table and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, this series of spells is excellent—I love it. The Forest Witch is truly the most brilliant spellmaster among the new generation; every one of her spells is innovative and practical, though most lean toward daily life rather than combat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the kitchen, Sophieelia nodded; even as proud as she was, her tone now carried deep admiration, tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for the compliment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Dorothy felt slightly embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t flatter yourself, miss—I wasn’t complimenting you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angelic witch rolled her eyes, too annoyed to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This annoying noble girl always made Sophieelia irritable, yet due to her teacher’s orders, the angelic witch was stuck with the duty of caring for this spoiled girl—how miserable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure-white girl sighed, feeling mentally drained; this momentary distraction caused a slight ripple in the previously flawless kitchen spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the spell destabilizing, Sophieelia panicked; before she could fix it, she heard a sharp snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unbelievable thing happened—the angelic witch’s spell was taken over by someone else, operating with a flawless, rhythmic precision that even Sophieelia marveled at; everything flowed naturally, as if the spell had come alive, and even more enticing aromas burst from the pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beautiful wandless casting, perfect magical control—Miss, are you also a fan of the Forest Witch’s spells?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure-white witch looked up from the kitchen, her gaze fixed on the plain-looking witch at the table whose hand had not yet lowered from the snap, her elegant brow arching in inquiry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though proud, she was never unreasonable; the noble girl’s spellcraft was truly admirable—certainly, in terms of mastery of this particular spell, she was far inferior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, despite acknowledging it, Sophieelia felt a twinge of resentment. She was fiercely competitive; losing a duel through carelessness was one thing, but now she’d lost again—in magical control, no less, and in the very spell she’d mastered best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d always cooked for herself, using this cooking spell daily for every meal since learning it, achieving near-perfect control—yet she’d still lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this noble girl admired the Forest Witch even more than she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange feeling of “I lost again” welled up inside Sophieelia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response, Dorothy lowered her hand and smiled shyly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I guess I forgot to mention—I’m the Forest Witch. That’s my Magic Net username.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angelic witch: “……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief silence, she decisively removed the apron, rushed to the dining room, and draped the pink fluffy bunny apron over Dorothy, then sat down herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, the kitchen is yours, Miss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy: “……”\u003C\u002Fp>",1583,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ca31cc4f02633687fd4c080aa9335d8b0fffd4ed72b423e99d7d1506adb50304","armed-witch-chapter-48","armed-witch-chapter-46",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]