Chapter 715: New President

Upon closer thought, it was perfectly reasonable—after all, Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya, the student council president, had been stabbed clean through in broad daylight months ago and was officially dead.

Though everyone knows witches often rise from their coffins after a while, back to being a good girl again.

But a nation cannot go a day without a ruler, and the Witch Academy, far larger than most human kingdoms, certainly couldn't remain without a president for long—so, with Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya showing no signs of resurrection for months, the academy had surely elected a new president.

Even if Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya did miraculously come back, she'd struggle to remain president—after all, the fact that the Pure White Witch was the daughter of the Radiant Lord, half-blooded to the enemy of witches, had been exposed; students would find it hard to accept their president as the daughter of their oppressors.

"Alright, guess we need to find a new place. Anything left inside? My stuff's all in my bag."

After sorting it all out, Dorothy turned to her roommate and asked.

The top floor of the Shining Tower had always been Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya's dorm; the Magic Girl was just a freeloader who'd been crashing there, and she'd never owned much—during her trip to Japan, she'd already taken all her belongings with her.

Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya, however, seemed dazed.

Though she'd mentally prepared for this outcome, when she returned home only to find the locks changed, her emotions still ran complicated.

Sigh—this world had always been like this: no one was irreplaceable. Once the brightest, most beloved person died, their presence faded fast, leaving only empty rooms and cold tea.

The Witch Academy was no longer the academy that had once belonged to her.

After a long silence, the academy's "former monarch" shook her head.

"Nothing important—just daily necessities and some meaningless keepsakes."

She'd never been the type to decorate her dorm; beyond essential consumables, everything here still matched the standard issue. Thinking back, the only things left from before her "suicide" were probably the various medals and trophies she'd earned over the years.

Yeah, roughly a full set of display cabinets.

But now, with her diploma likely unattainable, those past honors seemed meaningless.

"Alright, let's not disturb the new president. Let's head back to the Witch House."

Though Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya said nothing, Dorothy saw her expression and knew her roommate was saddened—she could only pat the Pure White Witch's shoulder and say this.

In the past, losing a free dorm might have left them truly homeless, forced to sleep on the streets—but now it was different. Dorothy herself was now a noble homeowner.

Hehehe, I bought my own place, paid in full, no loans—damn impressive.

Just thinking about it, the Magic Girl felt a strange surge of pride and even a bit of inexplicable superiority.

Yeah, this was the confidence and backbone homeownership gave her.

Though the Witch House's floating island was in the 13th ring of the academy, nowhere near the Zero Ring where the Shining Tower stood, and though the Shining Tower was a wonder building with bonuses like boosted magic growth,

Still, gold nest, silver nest—nothing beats your own dog's nest.

As a future witch real estate tycoon, Dorothy was confident her Witch House would one day become a wonder building—even surpassing the Shining Tower in prestige and power.

The future is bright, the future is bright.

Just as the two were about to leave, the room's barrier suddenly opened, and a witch with seven-colored hair stepped onto the balcony.

This must be the new student president.

"Uh… Sister Christine?"

Dorothy turned, staring at the new president, stunned.

She was an old acquaintance—or rather, a former subordinate—the mask of the Judge, the Elemental Empress, hid this original witch sister.

But Dorothy never imagined the new president would be her.

"Little Clown. Madam President, it's you two? You've finally returned?"

Sensing the barrier at the door had been triggered, Christine had come out expecting guests—but seeing the two figures she'd longed for day and night, she was instantly thrilled.

She glanced cautiously left and right, saw no one paying attention, then snapped her fingers sharply, activating the top-floor defense barrier to block outside perception.

"Madam President, Little Clown, come in, let's talk inside."

The new president gestured to them, speaking thus.

Dorothy and Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya: "."

They exchanged a glance, both speechless.

Was this really necessary? Acting like thieves.

Still, they followed her inside.

Upon entering, Dorothy instinctively scanned the room—and to her surprise, despite months having passed, everything remained exactly as it had been.

Well, except for the temporary bed on the living room sofa.

"Sister, you've been sleeping on the sofa this whole time?"

Dorothy looked at the messy, well-used bed and knew it was regularly slept in.

The room had only one occupant—Christine—and so the owner of the temporary bed was obvious.

"Yes, since you two never came back to collect your things, I didn't dare touch anything."

The naturally seven-colored-haired sister poured tea and set out sweets and snacks as she replied.

"The school planned to clear out everything, but I stopped them—I knew you two would return eventually. As for me, it doesn't matter; I just need a place to sleep."

Christine waved her hand, and an invisible mage hand brought snacks and drinks over; she then poured herself a cup of extra-strong coffee, took a sip, and grimaced in discomfort.

She disliked coffee's bitterness, yet drank it constantly—always extra-strong—not for pleasure, but because it was the cheapest way for a worker to stay alert.

Dorothy stared at the thick dark circles under the sister's eyes, speechless.

"I think you really need a better rest environment."

For the first time in her life, she worried a witch might die from overwork—how intense must the workload be to exhaust a great witch this badly?

But the new president merely waved off her concern.

"It doesn't matter—I have twelve part-time jobs daily. I spend maybe one or two hours a week in this dorm. Today's my only day off, or you wouldn't have even met me."

Hearing this, the Magic Girl's eyes widened, and her gaze toward the old subordinate turned reverent.

Holy hell, twelve jobs a day—who the hell is this work emperor? Do you have hundreds of hours in a day?

Dorothy recalled Mia's earlier description of Christine.

Yes, the Original Witch—a brokeass who worked nonstop to pay for school.

As another brokeass, Dorothy had once felt close to this sister—but now, she felt utterly inferior.

Thank goodness she was a witch—if she were human, she'd have died of overwork long ago.

"Doesn't the student president get a stipend?"

At this point, the former president spoke up.

Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya and Christine were old acquaintances; the Pure White Witch knew well that the Original Witch came from poor means—she'd often helped her apply for student loans during her own term, and their relationship had been decent.

But the student president received a substantial salary—comparable to mid-to-high-level positions in major external witch societies.

During her years as president, Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya's personal savings had grown considerably, but she'd never cared much for money—she had few expenses, since her teachers provided everything she needed, and daily costs were reimbursed by the student council, so she rarely checked her balance, only glancing at it occasionally.

The last time she'd checked, it had been half a year ago—before she'd even met Little Clown—and back then, her savings were already roughly a hundred times Little Clown's coffin money.

Of course, not all of it came from the president's salary; the actual base pay was only a small portion—about seven or eight times Little Clown's coffin money. The rest came from scholarships and commissions earned from completing school tasks.

In short, once you became student president, you shouldn't have to worry about tuition anymore—so why work yourself to death?

"That stipend? Far from enough. You know, elemental magic is always expensive, and I won't hold this position long—I'm applying for graduation next year. I need to save up for life after school, because once I lose my student status, most privileges and subsidies vanish."

Christine sighed, the weary sigh of a witch struggling to survive.

As an Original Witch born into a human family, her relatives couldn't support her much—even though her human family wasn't ordinary; she was, in fact, a princess of a small kingdom.

But how much is a human princess worth in this witch world? Her nation wasn't powerful—it couldn't help her; instead, she often had to send money home, or the whole country would suffer.

So, whether for herself or her country, she wasn't ready to rest yet.

"But, Madam President, how did you ever manage all those duties before? I've tripled the student council's size, yet our efficiency is less than half of what yours was. To keep up, I've had to cut two-thirds of my part-time jobs—and I'm still barely holding on."

The Original Witch stared in awe at the former president, then asked curiously.

Some things look easy watching others do them—but when you try yourself, you're instantly overwhelmed. She'd taken this position partly because of the high salary, but also because she'd seen how effortlessly Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya seemed to handle things.

Yes, back then, Madam Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya only spent a few hours at the council before and after class. Without Little Clown, she'd occasionally work overtime; with Little Clown, she clocked out precisely on time, never staying late.

How exhausting could a job be if you never worked overtime?

That's what Christine had thought—until she actually took over.

Sigh, she was such a fool.

Her father managed a human kingdom of only tens of millions and nearly died from overwork—yet the Witch Academy had over five hundred million witch students alone, and billions more servants and races.

How many problems must the president handle? On her first day, she was so overwhelmed she didn't even have time to drink tea, let alone work part-time—she ended up pulling a 24-hour all-nighter just to finish half the day's work.

Only after expanding the council several times and growing more skilled did she slowly reclaim a few part-time jobs.

But even now, the dark circles under her eyes—equivalent to the steed of a god from the Eastern Universe—proved how exhausted she was.

So, Madam Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya—how did you ever manage such efficiency? Is this the true worth of being called the most perfect student president in academy history?

"Uh… just handle things normally? Anyone with hands can do it?"

Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya, hearing the question, was puzzled.

She'd just done her job normally. Why expand the council? She'd even considered downsizing—she genuinely didn't understand why this sister was struggling.

Christine: "."

Uwuuu, sorry, Madam President—I was presumptuous. I don't even have hands.

The usually confident Original Witch was utterly crushed by this sudden soul-rending question.

Dorothy: "."

The Magic Girl stared blankly at her roommate.

Damn it, Sophie Sophie Sophie Liya just casually flexed—silent bragging was the deadliest kind.

But honestly, no exaggeration, neutral observer: yeah, anyone with hands can do it.

Dorothy had once served as prime minister in the Witch Academy—she'd felt the terror of mountains of decrees piled on her desk.

Though she wasn't particularly skilled at handling such tasks, she'd still managed—and even found time to slack off daily.

"Alright, Little Clown, Madam President, let's get back to the point."

Looking at the two before her, their faces wearing the identical, smug expression of a couple, Christina felt mocked in every possible way, and she downed another large cup of coffee.

The coffee was bitter, but not as bitter as her heart.

"Miss, you two best not walk around school so openly—the previous scandal hasn't died down yet."

The Primordial Witch was utterly drained.

(End of Chapter)