Chapter 67: Dorothy

Over the years, magic in the witch world had evolved into countless specialized disciplines, just as few people know how many bizarre majors exist within this witch academy.

Yet no matter how much it changes, the root remains the same—all current magical disciplines trace back to the original nine schools of witch magic.

That is: potioncraft, alchemy, necromancy, summoning, evocation, transmutation, mentalism, divination, and combat magic.

These nine schools form the foundation of most magic in the witch world, just as mathematics underpins most sciences.

But these original nine schools were far too complex, with extremely high learning barriers—even witches, as a calamity race, found them difficult to master; most witches could never fully grasp even one in their lifetime. To better popularize magic, the sages split and evolved them into today’s myriad specialized disciplines.

In short, little witches shouldn’t try running before they can walk—first master your own major, then gradually increase difficulty and learn other sub-disciplines within your school, eventually uniting them all back into the core school itself.

Generally speaking, when you’ve mastered any one of the nine schools and developed your own unique understanding of it, you are already a qualified great witch.

As for mastering multiple schools, that’s something only peak witches can achieve.

And if you go further and reach max level in all nine schools, congratulations—you’ve crossed the threshold to becoming a sage, and soon you’ll be respectfully called “Sage.”

So imagine how others would react if a brand-new student walked into the testing office and shouted, “I want to take all nine exams!”

Hmm, it’s roughly like a kindergarten child saying she wants to be a scientist right now.

So when Dorothy shouted this, several witches nearly burst out laughing; some senior students even poked their heads out to see which freshman had such boldness, aiming to become a sage at such a young age—truly admirable courage.

Cough cough... To encourage the little freshman, we should say “your future is bright,” yes, your future is bright.

But the moment they saw the visitor’s face, everyone in the room fell silent.

What could they do? The visitor was simply too famous—wasn’t she one of the two heroines in the campus forum’s hottest topic this week: the Student Council President’s domineering affection for his wife?

Ssshh... the president’s favorite? We dare not provoke her.

At that moment, everyone in True Eye held their faces stiff, trying hard not to laugh—but they were an academic club, not police, detectives, or actors trained in emotional control, so someone soon couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

“Pfft...”

Laughter is contagious; once one person laughed, the rest could no longer suppress it, and soon the entire club room filled with cheerful sounds.

“Hahaha...”

“Oohooohoo...”

“Giggle giggle...”

“Hehehe...”

All kinds of laughter echoed through the hall.

“What are you laughing at? Is this funny?”

At the door, Dorothy frowned, feeling she’d been underestimated.

“Ah, sorry, Young Lady, we were just remembering something amusing—we were holding a joke contest before you arrived.”

Hearing her question, a witch who appeared to be a club officer stepped forward—tall, stunningly beautiful, wearing a single silver-rimmed monocle, her demeanor intellectual and elegant.

“Let me introduce myself, Young Lady—I’m Dana, current president of True Eye.”

This witch senior, clearly a top scholar, introduced herself thus.

Dorothy: “......”

Dorothy herself hesitated now—she wasn’t sure whether to reveal her real name. She didn’t want to expose her identity in public, but she was here to take an exam; she couldn’t use a fake name.

Fortunately, the intellectual senior seemed to understand human nature well—she instantly saw through the college celebrity’s concern and gently clapped her hands.

“Sisters, get back to work—don’t scare our little freshman.”

Her single sentence dismissed the curious members staring at Dorothy; clearly, Dana held real authority in the club—after she spoke, Dorothy felt all the watching eyes vanish instantly.

“Alright, Young Lady—is that how I may address you?”

The senior asked again.

Dorothy nodded.

“Young Lady” had become her nickname on the campus forum, since the gossiping masses didn’t know her real name and thus used the term Sophie had once used for her—this made Dorothy furious; now she’d inexplicably become the entire college’s “Young Lady.”

Dorothy didn’t particularly like this nickname, but given the unusual circumstances, to avoid revealing her real name and reduce unnecessary trouble, she decided to endure it.

The intellectual senior glanced curiously at the head-down, seemingly embarrassed freshman.

She’d assumed the girl who barged in shouting was as arrogant and bold as the president—but never expected she was actually a shy little witch.

Anyway, quite amusing. Suppressing her rising laughter, she said:

“Then, Young Lady, you’re here for the school examination, correct? Follow me—I happen to be free and can serve as your examiner.”

As president, she rarely examined candidates personally, but today’s candidate was special—she decided to appear herself.

“Mm.”

Dorothy nodded obediently and followed the senior into an office beside the hall.

This must be the president’s office.

After Dorothy sat properly on the sofa, the intellectual senior warmly poured her a cup of black tea before speaking.

“So, Young Lady, which school’s examination are you here for?”

Dorothy: “....”

She lifted the tea, took a light sip, then her eyes brightened as she closed them in delight.

Yay, this tea is premium—quite tasty.

But hearing the senior’s question, she set the cup down, sat upright again, and answered seriously:

“All of them, Senior—I’m truly here to take all nine exams.”

Senior Dana: “......”

She studied the freshman’s expression, confirmed she wasn’t joking, and was left utterly flustered.

She’d thought the earlier outburst was just a joke—never imagined the girl was serious.

Ssshh... this freshman must be insane. Taking all nine? Why not just say you want to become a sage right now?

Dorothy, seeing the senior’s stunned face, reflected on herself—perhaps she hadn’t explained clearly and had seemed too arrogant.

So...

“Um, Senior, I was too boastful just now—I didn’t explain properly.”

She spoke again, sincerely.

Hearing this, Senior Dana exhaled in relief.

Good—this freshman still has hope. No wonder the president chose her—this personality is truly...

Hmm, humorous.

She quickly sipped her tea to calm herself—then heard this:

“What I mean is, I want to take the entry-level certification exams for all nine schools at once. I’ll wait a while before attempting the intermediate certificates—I’m not yet confident enough.”

“Sigh, self-study is slow. I only have about a 60% chance of passing the intermediate exams right now—it’s too unstable. So I plan to study under a teacher first, and when I’m over 90% confident, I’ll come back to trouble you.”

Dorothy always spoke plainly, never hiding the truth—now she said this humbly.

“Pfft...”

The senior, sipping tea beside her, spat it out, moved by the girl’s sincerity.

Dana stared wide-eyed at the humble-faced freshman—her intellectual poise vanished; she felt she’d met a lunatic.

Is this even human speech?

The entry-level certification for even a single school is one of the prerequisites to becoming a great witch! Intermediate certification? That’s for peak witches! Why don’t you just take the sage-level certification while you’re at it?

Dana had been president of True Eye for ten years—this was the first time she’d met a freshman this audacious.

Forget what I said about her being shy—this girl is more arrogant than the famously cocky Student Council President.

....The witch senior was speechless...