Chapter 74: Are You Angry?

In the night sky, two witches glided effortlessly through the air, their long black and white hair streaming in the wind, their flying brooms leaving behind shimmering trails of magical luminescence.

“Sorry I took so long to finish the exam—I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Dorothy broke the silence first, speaking with a hint of apology to the angelic witch flying beside her.

“No, Miss, it was my fault—I should have taken you to the exam immediately. It’s only natural you grew impatient.”

Sophia replied in a voice as pure as sacred hymns, calm and even, yet Dorothy couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about those words.

“Are you mad?”

The Zhaimonv asked cautiously.

“No.”

The angelic witch answered solemnly, dead serious.

“Then you definitely are mad.”

Dorothy was certain now, smiling faintly at the stubborn, pure-white girl.

Even though Audrey, that dazzling fox spirit, had been by her side all day, further strengthening her already high resistance to beauty, it didn’t stop her from finding Sophia’s sulking adorable right now.

In truth, from a purely physical standpoint, Sophia was hardly inferior to Audrey—after all, human beauty at the level of “toppling nations and toppling cities” had already reached its near-perfect limit (herself excluded). True transcendence beyond flesh—reaching the mystical heights of “fish sinking, birds falling, moon hiding, flowers blushing”—usually depended on other factors.

Such as status and prestige, unique aura, or special talents and aptitudes that amplify one’s charm or better express it.

Audrey won precisely because of that special talent—succubi and fox spirits were famously masterful at enchanting hearts.

But the angelic witch wasn’t lacking either. Her charm wasn’t as brutal as Audrey’s, which seemed to forcibly rewire your xp system into her image, but the angel’s innate pride, coldness, and divine aura were undeniably alluring.

After all, human nature inherently craves conquest and achievement; people love challenging, difficult things, and those with more extreme personalities find the more difficult something is, the more thrilling it becomes.

For such people, Sophia’s charm might even surpass Audrey’s—who wouldn’t want to conquer a beautiful, powerful, divinely cold, and high-ranking beauty like the Student Council President?

Just imagining that unattainable beauty, revered by all, becoming gentle and obedient only in front of you, bowing when told to kneel, that intense contrast alone made the heart race.

Too bad such fantasies were just that—fantasies. If angels were truly so easy to subdue, they wouldn’t be angels. The angelic witch was no exception; such witches rarely became gentle wives or devoted mothers, but fierce, ambitious career women were everywhere.

Still, even if she hadn’t made Sophia gentle, watching the cold, aloof President now sulking like a timid little wife in front of her—angry but refusing to say so—was already enough of a contrast.

Hmm, a mischievous tsundere. I get it, I get it.

The Zhaimonv , well-versed in the two-dimensional world, smiled.

“Miss, let me say it again—I truly am not angry.”

The angelic witch was finally flustered by her mistress’s strange gaze and smile; her tone finally carried emotion, each word deliberate and emphasized.

“Yes, yes, yes—our esteemed President has a heart as vast as the ocean and wouldn’t get upset over something so trivial. How about we add each other on the Magic Web? That way, if this happens again, we can easily reach out.”

For this kind of tsundere, Dorothy, as a seasoned otaku, knew exactly what to do—don’t argue, just stroke the fur.

She pulled out her spellbook and waved it at Sophia.

The pure-white girl: “......”

She desperately wanted to slap the spellbook out of this increasingly annoying mistress’s hand—Get away, who even wants to be your friend?

But reality...

Sophia reluctantly pulled out her own spellbook—a white one, its cover engraved with reliefs of countless angels, resembling a holy scripture.

Sigh. She couldn’t refuse this friend request—if she didn’t, and couldn’t find her mistress again like this, how would she explain it to her teacher?

Yes, it was all just to fulfill the teacher’s task.

The two spellbooks gently touched, exchanging a thread of magic—adding friends was complete.

Every witch’s magical aura was unique—a natural identity credential. Recognizing someone by their magical aura was far more reliable than recognizing faces.

【Ding! The Noble Witch of the Forest has granted you a friend slot—don’t be ungrateful.】

Seeing this notification pop up in her spellbook, Sophia’s temples bulged with veins of anger, then her emotions turned complicated.

Though her mistress had already told her she was the famed Witch of the Forest, hearing it was different from seeing it with her own eyes—this Magic Web’s exclusive certification couldn’t be faked.

And that damn, obnoxious, custom friend notification? Only Magic Web celebrities got that privilege—no ordinary person could be this flashy. So her mistress’s identity was unquestionable.

Tsk. Once, Sophia had admired the Witch of the Forest—she imagined the new-generation spellmaster as a learned, elegant lady in real life. But now...

Forget it. Tired. Done. The more she once admired, the more she now despised.

With a weary expression, she tapped “Accept” on her spellbook.

【Looks like you’re not beyond redemption—at least you didn’t miss the Great Witch of the Forest’s mercy. From now on, serve the Witch with diligence.】

Seeing this equally custom-made notification confirming the friend request, the angelic witch clenched her fists—her fists truly hardened.

“Oh no... I forgot to turn off these notifications! Sorry, Sophia—I never planned to add anyone to this main account, so I just set all these custom messages randomly. Don’t take it personally.”

On the other side, Dorothy realized how idiotic her old, bored custom notifications had been. She grinned awkwardly at the angelic witch, then cheerfully showed off her spellbook.

“Look—you’re the very first friend on this main account. That’s great! I thought I’d keep this secret forever, but now it’s finally open for business.”

She sighed with satisfaction.

Sophia had just resolved to ignore this detestable mistress—but now, against her will, she glanced at the other’s spellbook and saw, in the friend list, only one lonely name: Sophia.

Somehow, her anger faded. A small, secret joy stirred inside.

But the angelic witch ruthlessly crushed that feeling.

Hmph. Miss, do you really think your crude attempt to win favor can impress the Student Council President? Do you think my position is so easily won? Are you mocking me?

The pure-white girl thought disdainfully.

She studied her mistress with sharp eyes, trying to pierce through her scheme and leave her embarrassed and speechless.

But Dorothy didn’t even look at her—she was happily examining her spellbook, scribbling something on its surface with her finger.

Then, the angelic witch felt her spellbook vibrate—a new message arrived.

She opened it.

【Witch of the Forest: Hahaha, I never thought anyone in this day and age would be so straightforward as to use their real name as a username—laughing so hard I’m dying. Cat laughing emoji.jpg】

Sophia: “......”

At that moment, the angelic witch felt like the real fool.

Sorry—I overestimated this mistress’s emotional intelligence. If this Zhainv understood imperial strategy and ruling subordinates, her teacher wouldn’t be so stressed.

And this mistress clearly has a serious mental issue—you’re right here in front of her, so why send a Magic Web message?

Grumbling inwardly, Sophia tapped her spellbook at random.

【Sophia: Archangel’s Exorcism Word: “Get Lost” Limited Edition Emoji.jpg】

Hmph. What does this stupid mistress know? True strength, like her teacher’s, never hides one’s real name. I’ve already restrained myself by using only part of my real name as my username.

“Hahaha, alright, alright, enough fooling around. Let’s go home. How about roasted Thunderbird legs for dinner tonight?”

Seeing Sophia’s reply on the spellbook, Dorothy burst into laughter.

Sophia had been ready to shout back—but the moment she heard “roasted Thunderbird legs,” she fell silent.

......The witches flew home together.....