Chapter 61: This Round Is a Fellow Sufferers

Fortunately, Noerose still had some Grand Witch’s composure; though momentarily dazzled by this sudden prodigy, she soon remembered she had a little niece after all.

But seeing her little niece on the verge of tears, the Spider Witch didn’t know how to comfort her—she thought long and hard, then finally blurted out:

“Audrey, are you still planning to continue in this major?”

Fox Witch: “........”

Audrey’s long, alluring fox eyes widened in shock as she stared at her beloved second aunt.

Listen to that—is that even human speech? Second aunt, you’ve got a disciple and forgotten your niece.

“Yes.”

The little fox, never before so humiliated in her life, held back tears for a long time, unable to overcome her social anxiety to speak—she merely flicked her tail, and a chibi doll modeled after herself dropped down, answering in a mechanical synthesized voice.

“Alright, then you two are now senior and junior sisters. Dorothey, this is your junior sister Audrey. As the senior, you must look after her well.”

Having received her niece’s affirmative reply, Noerose clapped her hands and happily settled it.

Dorothey: “........”

Audrey: “........”

The two little witches exchanged glances, each seeing unmistakable displeasure in the other’s eyes.

Dorothey found it unbearable to be near this fox witch, clearly a beautiful disaster and troublemaker—it contradicted her lifelong principle of staying low-key.

Being the senior sister clearly wasn’t a good deal—was their teacher really treating me like a free babysitter for your kid?

Whatever. I finally found a dual Grand Master as my teacher; to learn faster, I’ll endure it. Might as well treat her like a younger sister—I raised Alice, didn’t I?

Audrey, meanwhile, wanted to scream: I got here first—why shouldn’t I be the senior?

But the socially anxious little fox lacked the courage to voice this objection—she only grew angrier in silence, her delicate face puffing up in indignation.

Besides, she didn’t need anyone’s care anyway—look at Dorothey, she seems frail and weak—what could she possibly do for me?

Unfortunately, the Spider Witch paid no attention to either girl’s objections; the entrance exam was over, the disciple was taken—time to shut the door and return to her research.

“Alright, since neither of you objects, it’s settled. You have two free days before the college’s new student ceremony—classes officially begin after that.”

“Now, Dorothey, take your junior sister on a proper tour of the campus. Build some sisterly bonds. I recall all the student clubs are recruiting these two days—go check out the club square. College life shouldn’t be all studying; club activities are part of youth. Go on.”

After giving these instructions, Noerose shoved the two little witches out of her workshop and slammed the door shut with a bang.

Dorothey: “......”

Damn it, I was planning to start studying today—why do I have to wait two more days? What am I supposed to do these two days?

Oh right—I still haven’t taken a bunch of professional certification exams. I’ll just get them all done these two days—it’s time to upgrade my Witch rank.

Dorothey punched her palm, remembering she still had a pile of achievements left to unlock.

But where the hell were the Witch College certification exams held?

She scratched her head—she genuinely didn’t know.

These past two days, because of that mess the Angel Witch caused, she hadn’t dared leave her room—she still didn’t know the campus layout well.

“Maybe I should just go back and wait for SophieLia to take me later.”

Dorothey had planned exactly that—until she turned and saw her new junior sister, utterly lost beside her. She scratched her head, then tentatively asked:

“Miss Audrey, do you know where the college holds discipline certification exams?”

Audrey, who had been about to return home and wait for her sister, froze—she flinched like a startled cat, her fox ears shooting straight up, her nine fluffy tails instantly bristling.

The socially anxious little fox never expected this troublemaking senior to actually speak to her—she tensed up instantly, instinctively turning to find her second aunt for safety.

But the closed workshop door behind her sealed her fate.

Waaah, this cruel second aunt is utterly useless—Sister, where are you? Come save me!

Audrey lifted her head slightly, stole a glance at the senior staring at her expectantly, then immediately ducked back down, her mind spinning helplessly.

She wanted to answer—but with strangers, she was too terrified to speak.

But not answering felt wrong too—after all, they’d be classmates for a long time, seeing each other often; if they started off on bad terms, it’d be worse.

I really should answer...

Waaah, I still can’t...

At this peak of panic, the little fox glanced left and right, opening her plump, tempting lips several times—yet not a single word came out.

After futile struggling for a long time, the little fox slumped, her ears and tail drooping, as if her spirit had burned out completely.

Waaah, I’m truly useless—I can’t do anything without family around.

She thought this dejectedly—already battered repeatedly today, the little fox was about to retreat into full self-isolation again.

Beside her, Dorothey watched the exquisite, painting-like junior sister, waiting for an answer—but this junior’s flinching, squirming, and near-color-draining collapse felt oddly familiar.

Hmm... confirmed—the eyes say it all: this is a fellow social anxiety sufferer.

Earlier, seeing this junior say nothing throughout, even communicating with her teacher via a doll, Dorothey had wondered if she’d mastered some forbidden magic that forbade speech.

Like those tropes where your power is so immense, even speaking unconsciously triggers divine words and destruction.

After all, this junior’s magical fluctuations were terrifying—nearly matching that Biantai Angel SophieLia.

But now, after all this, it turned out she was just socially anxious—no problem then.

Dorothey suddenly understood—no wonder the Spider Witch had forcibly assigned her the senior role and begged her to care for this junior. The seemingly powerful junior had a massive personality flaw.

But social anxiety? She knew it well—she herself was a socially anxious shut-in, though only to the point of disliking meaningless socializing, nowhere near this junior’s advanced-stage muteness.

But it didn’t matter—though the severity differed, the inner experience of social anxiety was fundamentally the same.

Let me guess why this junior suffers from it.

Dorothey stroked her chin, studying the junior closely.

Even now, in self-isolation, the legendary hybrid of succubus and nine-tailed fox radiated an irresistible, mesmerizing allure—no need to posture or flirt; merely standing there, she embodied beauty and desire itself—every inch of her screamed beauty, lured every desire.

Had Dorothey not seen a more devastating beauty in her mirror every day, rendering her completely immune to such allure, she might’ve still felt her heart flutter.

Fine, no need to guess—the problem was clearly this annoying beauty.

At that moment, she suddenly felt the urge to sit down and have a heart-to-heart with this junior.

Junior, I get it, I get it—I understand the torment this evil beauty brings.

So, since we’re fellow sufferers, I accept you as my junior sister.

Dorothey thought for a moment, then opened her waist magic pouch.

“Miss Audrey, do you know where the college holds discipline certification exams?”

The self-isolated little fox heard the question again—but she’d given up, didn’t want to respond. Yet this time, the voice sounded familiar—not a living voice, but that familiar puppet synthesized tone.

Audrey snapped back to reality—before her stood a tiny puppet, looking up at her like a giant.

Ah...

......Little fox rebooting......