Chapter 53

"Name?"

Witches are always punctual, so the applicants’ wait was brief; when the scheduled enrollment time arrived, all staff at the admissions desk were already in place and began receiving candidates.

Dorothy blended into the crowd, lining up and slowly moving forward until it was her turn.

The admissions officer who greeted her was a round-faced witch with glasses, appearing quiet and cute; she glanced at Dorothy’s overly bold black-skin streetwear makeup and briefly showed the kind of distaste a teacher feels toward a student in outrageous attire, but ultimately upheld her professional ethics and said nothing, simply proceeding with the standard procedure.

"Dorothy."

Dorothy stated her name.

"Age?"

"16."

"Applied major?"

"Automated Mechanical Civil Engineering."

"Huh?"

The witch raised her head, glanced at Dorothy, and her expression turned strange.

"Are you sure?"

She confirmed again.

"Yes, I’m certain."

Dorothy nodded firmly.

The witch said nothing more; the self-propelled recording quill beside her swiftly filled out a form, then she stamped it and handed the application document to Dorothy.

"Follow this map—it marks your exam location. It’s a bit remote. Can you find it?"

The witch pointed to the map on the back of the document.

"Yes, I can. Thank you."

Dorothy nodded, thanked her, took the document, and left.

As one of the top ten prestigious schools, Brewster Academy covered a vast area—among the largest of the magic witches’ floating islands, roughly 1000 hectares, and this was only the external area, not counting the internal spatial expansions within the campus.

"So huge—it’s almost as big as Tsinghua and Peking University combined from my past life. No wonder it’s a magical world school."

Dorothy sighed inwardly.

In her past life, she’d been a poor student who attended a small college with a tiny campus—she could walk from dorm to classroom in two steps. She’d always envied the sprawling campuses of elite schools and longed to experience the feeling of taking a bus from dorm to lecture hall.

But in this life, she had a chance to make up for that regret; though this magical school had no buses, she could fly there herself.

Well, the campus did have quick, convenient small portals connecting all areas, but Dorothy had no interest in them—she preferred to fly slowly herself; after all, it was only a few minutes slower, and she had plenty of time.

Dorothy took out her newly purchased broom from her magic bag; now that she had her flight permit, she could fly freely within the academy.

Still sitting like a good child, she mounted the broom, clenched her round, slender legs tightly, and shouted, "Wuhu!"—then lifted off on the spot.

Once airborne, she relaxed, loosened her grip on the broom handle, and began examining the map on the back of the document.

It was a magical map, crafted with living-point technology, capable of precise location tracking—convenient, like a navigation app from her past life.

The map clearly marked all roads and buildings, with two labeled points: the distant fixed point was her destination; the rapidly moving point was her own location.

From the map, it was clear that her chosen major—Automated Mechanical Civil Engineering—was indeed obscure, located in a remote corner of the southeast quadrant of the campus, unmistakably neglected and forgotten.

But that suited her perfectly; the internet-addicted shut-in Dorothy disliked crowds and preferred quiet places. She’d heard this major had only two or three students at most—perfect! Maybe she’d be the only applicant this year. That would be amazing.

The thought of no one disturbing her studies, no annoying social obligations with classmates, and every professor in the major revolving around her—answering any question she asked with a swarm of experts—finally solved her long-standing problem of inefficient, slow self-study. Dorothy’s mood lifted instantly.

This was the school life she wanted. A student’s duty was to study. She would study hard, improve daily, and by graduation, she’d drain every last drop of knowledge from every professor’s mind.

......The little witch flew on, lost in her daydreams......

But......

Ten minutes later, when Dorothy finally found the unassuming little house hidden among several tall buildings, as indicated by the map, she stared at the courtyard packed with people and wondered if she’d come to the wrong place.

She silently stepped back a few paces and confirmed the sign above the courtyard gate clearly read: "Automated Mechanical Civil Engineering."

But this didn’t make sense—wasn’t this supposed to be an obscure major with no applicants? This place looked anything but unpopular.

Dorothy was baffled—until she forced herself into the courtyard and suddenly understood.

"Damn, why do I keep running into this annoying little demon?"

Looking at the fox-like succubus witch in the courtyard center—whose every movement radiated charm, whose every word dripped with seduction—Dorothy felt utterly drained.

Seriously, miss, with your talent, why aren't you studying illusion magic in the mentalist field? Why are you here doing civil engineering?

Wasn’t this major supposed to be for nobody?

And as she looked around, she saw everyone else pretending to study their application forms while secretly stealing glances at the beautiful witch. Dorothy’s frustration boiled over.

What’s wrong with you guys? Choosing a major is a life decision! Can’t you have your own judgment? Are you really following her just because she’s pretty? This is ridiculous! What do you even think this school is?

But after a quick sensory scan of the crowd, Dorothy fell silent.

Most of them had magic levels barely above the 10,000 mana threshold—barely enough to qualify for any decent school. These were just hangers-on, here for a day trip to a prestigious campus, hoping for luck. No wonder they chose majors so casually—they knew they couldn’t get in, so they came just to gawk at the beauty.

In contrast, the half-demon witch, stunning as a spirit, radiated immense power—Dorothy felt her aura rivaled even Sophirya’s.

Great. Not only is she gorgeous, but her talent is insane—she’s a true prodigy. But why, great one, why are you wasting yourself on civil engineering? This is a crime against your potential!

At that moment, Dorothy finally understood the feelings her mother, Euphelia, must have had toward her, the disobedient daughter.

It was pure, bitter disappointment.

With talent like yours, you should be conquering new lands on the battlefield for the witch world—or rising to high office in government, even becoming a seductive, chaos-bringing courtesan. But you chose civil engineering?

Ugh. With a prodigy like this as a classmate, my life is going to be hell.