Chapter 68: The True Sight Eye

“Senior, senior, can you administer this exam? If not, I’ll go ask somewhere else?”

Dorothy waited a while, seeing the intellectual senior before her remain silent for too long, she couldn’t help prompting.

In the Witch Academy, not just one club holds the qualification to administer academic examinations; many medium and large clubs have this function.

However, most clubs typically focus on a single academic branch, thus possessing qualification for only one discipline; clubs with qualifications for multiple disciplines are rare, usually only a few elite academic clubs formed by top scholars can achieve this.

The club Dorothy currently belongs to, the True Sight Eye, is the leader among such academic clubs, ranked second among the academy’s top hundred clubs, and is a long-established, prestigious academic society.

Just from the familiar-sounding name of this club, you can guess who backs it.

That’s right—the Watchful Eye, the surveillance agency under the Sage Council, the mysterious department that issues witch identification cards and determines witch ranks.

Government agencies need fresh blood too; the True Sight Eye is the Watchful Eye’s recruitment outpost within the Witch Academy, and its outstanding members may directly join the Watchful Eye after graduation, becoming envy-worthy witch civil servants.

Dorothy doesn’t know exactly how other departments’ civil servant benefits compare, but the Watchful Eye’s benefits are truly impressive—rumor has it their staff aren’t paid in witch gold coins, but in equivalent library points.

Well, the value of library points needs no explanation; this alone ensures that working in this department is the dream opportunity of every witch on the Path of All-Knowing—who would ever complain about having too many library points?

Unfortunately, the True Sight Eye’s membership threshold is extremely high: only top scholars or monster geniuses need apply, since their future work involves maintaining and analyzing the entire witch world’s database and determining every witch’s rank—without substantial knowledge or exceptional intelligence, one simply cannot handle this job.

Thus, you can directly understand that most of the academy’s top scholars and geniuses are in this club; naturally, the True Sight Eye became the only club in the Witch Academy capable of administering exams for all disciplines.

That’s precisely why Audrey recommended Dorothy come here the moment she mentioned wanting to take all disciplines.

But now, looking at the club president before her—who seems to have rather poor psychological resilience—Dorothy began to wonder if the club’s reputation was just hype.

“No, sorry, Young Lady, I’m just being naive. Please wait a moment—I’ll arrange your exam immediately. Before we begin, are you certain you want to take eight and a half discipline entrance exams simultaneously?”

After several deep breaths, Dana regained her composure. She touched her monocle, then stared directly at this audacious junior, confirming once more.

This junior is simply too arrogant. Even she, the president of the True Sight Eye, was once constantly praised by professors as an academic genius, with her learning ability ranked among the greatest in witch history.

Dana naturally didn’t take the professors’ praise entirely at face value, but she still took pride in her own talent.

After all, until now, she had always stood atop the academy’s crowd of scholars, dominating her generation single-handedly.

Now twenty-six, she has been in the Witch Academy for fifteen years and has passed six of the nine discipline entrance exams. Her knowledge is so advanced that even some senior professors admit they have nothing left to teach her; personally, she never dares slack off in her studies or research, often forgetting meals and sleep.

She has both talent and diligence—and even she dares not boast, “I’ll take all nine.” So, junior, Young Lady, where do you get the nerve to speak such reckless words? Are you mocking learning? Disrespecting knowledge?

Originally, out of respect for the Student Council President’s authority, she had treated this junior with polite deference, but now she felt her beliefs and pursuits had been insulted—Dana was angry.

Today, she would see how this junior managed to take nine exams. If this Young Lady failed, Dana vowed the entire academic circle of the academy would never welcome such an arrogant person again.

Of course, if she truly succeeded, Dana would gladly relinquish her presidency, even bow down to her, and treat her as her master.

Uh...

Dorothy keenly sensed that the senior before her was somewhat angry, and she found it utterly baffling.

Social interactions are such a hassle. I merely made a normal request, never intended to offend anyone, broke no rules, yet people always inexplicably fly off the handle. Annoying.

But she didn’t really care. After all, they weren’t close. Whether she was angry or not had nothing to do with Dorothy. Her heart was small—only capable of caring for her family and friends; strangers’ opinions and feelings meant nothing to her.

More than why the senior was angry, she cared about what the senior had said.

“Eight and a half? Isn’t it nine?”

She frowned, puzzled.

Dana suppressed her irritation and finally explained.

“The Combatology discipline exam includes practical combat, which isn’t under our club’s jurisdiction. You must go to the neighboring Armed Club for the practical test.”

Hearing this, Dorothy suddenly understood.

Combatology, simply put, is a mage specialization focused on combat—more precisely, a close-range mage school. Practitioners of this discipline fight more like warriors than mages and are regarded as heretics within the Path of All-Knowing, brute fools among intellectuals.

Naturally, such a practical discipline requires actual combat to assess; an academic research club like the True Sight Eye is ill-suited for such evaluations.

“Alright then, eight and a half it is. Senior, I’m ready—whenever you are.”

Though she found it inconvenient that she couldn’t complete all exams at once, Dorothy wasn’t unreasonable. She nodded in agreement.

“Then the exam begins, Young Lady.”

Dana’s monocle glinted with cold light. She snapped her fingers with a sneer.

Instantly, Dorothy’s surroundings changed. She looked around and realized she was no longer in the office, but in a void.

Before her stood only a laboratory table—nothing else.

Yet Dorothy wasn’t alarmed, for soon, Dana’s voice echoed through the void.

“The first discipline entrance examination is now commencing. This session is Alchemy. I am your chief examiner, Dana...”

“I am proctor Hettie...”

“I am proctor Jane...”

“Candidate, listen carefully: complete the potion formulation within the time limit.”

With the chief and proctors introducing themselves, the exam began. As the question was announced, the corresponding tools materialized on Dorothy’s laboratory table.

Dorothy relaxed. Confidently, she stepped forward and performed alchemy with fluid, artistic precision.

......Little Witch Exam in Progress.......