Chapter 77

No words were spoken that night....

The next morning, Audrey, who had rarely had a good dream the night before, was woken again by the annoying cawing of the devil crow alarm clock. Reluctantly, she sat up in bed and, still groggy, swatted the annoying alarm away with one palm.

She had deliberately placed the alarm not on the nightstand within arm’s reach, but on the dresser far from the bed, so that she would have to get up to turn it off.

But plans are always beautiful, and reality is often cruel—this little trick might work on ordinary humans, but for a witch...

Sigh. Sometimes, magic is just too omnipotent, and that’s annoying.

The poor alarm bore a burden it was never meant to carry. Facing the furious strike of a powerful elite witch, barely a step away from a Grand Witch, what could it do? It was helpless—cracking apart under the heavy blow of a fox-tail-shaped variant of the Mage’s Hand, it shattered into scattered parts with a sharp crack.

On the other side, the little fox, having vented her morning grumpiness, felt much more alert. She glanced at the broken alarm parts on the floor, paused silently for a moment, then skillfully raised her hand and cast “Witch’s Repair Spell.”

This spell was one of the most highly rated in the “Life Hacks for Witches” series. The original universal repair spell could only fix simple structures, but after being modified by the genius Forest Witch, it became a spell capable of restoring any mundane object, no matter what it was.

The principle was simple: when the object was intact, cast a status imprint. When damaged, simply cast the Witch’s Repair Spell to activate the imprint and restore the object to its original state.

The spell’s instruction manual specifically emphasized that if used by a witch with a time talent, it wouldn’t just repair—it could restore the object to brand-new condition.

Unfortunately, Audrey had no time talent. She didn’t know if it was truly that miraculous, but judging by the reviews from top users on the Magic Web, it seemed to be real.

In short, the Forest Witch is forever the god.

After completing her daily morning prayer—the ritual of a senior believer in the Witch God Church—the little fox, now fully awake, broke free from the blanket demon’s seal and stood up from bed.

As always, she used Witch’s Life Spells to change clothes and wash up, then walked to the dresser.

One of the nine fluffy fox tails behind her curled out, picked up the repaired alarm from the floor, and placed it on the dresser. Audrey gazed into the mirror, where her own stunningly beautiful face stared back.

She wanted to try the new spell her idol had just released: “Witch’s Four Evil Arts,” specifically the makeup spell.

The little fox rarely wore makeup herself. After all, she already looked like this—adding makeup would be like flaunting her beauty even more, and it was such a hassle. At home, her parents had occasionally done her makeup, but Audrey was too lazy to bother.

But now was different. Supporting her idol—could she possibly be afraid of inconvenience?

The little fox sat before the mirror, raised her hand, and cast “Witch’s Makeup Spell” onto the reflection, using the memory of her mothers’ daily makeup as the template.

In the next instant, under the spell’s effect, the various cosmetics on the dresser began moving on their own, as if an invisible makeup master were personally serving her.

Soon—less than a minute—when Audrey opened her violet, alluring eyes again, the mirror revealed a flawless makeup look, identical to her memory.

Yes! No wonder the Witch is amazing—her skill is incredible. She must be just as elegant and refined in real life as her mothers.

The little fox firmly believed this.

Thus, Audrey, having far exceeded her daily duties as a Witch God Church bishop, walked out of her room in high spirits. As soon as she stepped out, she caught the scent of food drifting from the dining room.

Oh, thank the Witch for granting us believers this delicious food.

Once again, she devoutly prayed, then rushed to the table and sat down.

“Hmm, Audrey, why are you wearing makeup today?”

The succubus witch, carrying breakfast from the kitchen, immediately noticed her sister’s difference and asked with curiosity.

Although, as an artist who pursued beauty, her sister refused to deliberately uglify herself—that was an insult to beauty.

But likewise, because of the misfortunes her beauty had brought her, she normally disliked makeup and adornment. She didn’t want to draw more attention.

So why the sudden change?

Madeline felt puzzled.

Could it be that her sister had finally come to terms with things? After all, yesterday she had dared to speak to the Student Council President—even if only through a puppet. That was a huge step forward.

The succubus witch was overjoyed, thinking her sister’s condition was finally improving. But then another possibility surfaced in her mind.

Women adorn themselves for those they love. Could this sudden makeup be because her sister had fallen in love?

Madeline frowned, her gaze sharpening. She recalled the senior sister her sister had mentioned last night.

Fortunately, before she could dwell further, her sister’s answer calmed her.

“Nothing special. The Forest Witch just released a new spell—the Four Evil Arts series. Sounds weird, but it’s fun. You should totally buy it too. These are the ultimate Magic Web social post skills.”

Audrey seized the chance to promote her idol’s new spell to her sister.

But as she spoke, the little fox visibly deflated.

She suddenly realized she had no friends, let alone a social circle. Her Magic Web contacts still consisted only of her two mothers, her sister, and her second aunt.

Although she’d joined many forums and online groups, anonymity was the unwritten rule—she couldn’t post selfies in those groups.

Oh no. The clown is me.

Madeline: “......”

Okay, so her sister was just cosplaying a fan. No big deal. It’s just a Magic Web idol—it poses no real threat. Let her enjoy herself.

Still, she idly pulled out her spellbook and searched for this “Four Evil Arts” thing her sister mentioned, then skimmed it briefly...

emmmmmm.....

Tsk. The Forest Witch is becoming more and more irresponsible. Makeup and Photoshop spells? Fine, understandable. But what’s this “plastic surgery” and “transformation” spell?

Well, plastic surgery could pass as disguise for assassination missions—barely useful. But transformation...

Can witches temporarily turn into human males?

Tsk. What’s the point? Human males have no spellcasting bonuses, and their physical stats are pathetic. Aside from... borrowing a seed for reproduction, what good is it?

Wait... borrowing a seed? Oh wow. Is this really not some secret bedroom spell for witch couples?

The succubus witch’s face darkened. She grew angrier by the second—how could such a gifted young spellmaster waste her talent on these perverted tricks? Can’t you use your genius for something meaningful?

We witches are a war race. Combat spells are the true path. Life spells are just for convenience. Only powerful combat spells are truth!

The Discipline Committee Chair was fuming. As the spokesperson for the Witch Academy’s rules, her professional instincts made her itch to correct every misguided genius. She itched to storm over and drag this irresponsible spellmaster back to the right path—if only the Forest Witch would reveal her identity.

Forget it. No more reading. Time to eat. I’ve got things to do today.

The succubus witch slammed her spellbook shut in frustration.

The club had just sent word: someone was taking the Arcane Division’s professional assessment. As president of the Armed Club, Madeline naturally had to attend.

But after breakfast, as the succubus girl prepared to leave, she suddenly noticed a little tail trailing behind her.

“Audrey, you don’t have class today, right? I thought new students only get schedules after the orientation ceremony ends in a couple days?”

The succubus witch looked at her sister, who was also putting on shoes at the entrance.

Is the world ending? My socially anxious sister actually wants to leave the house?

Madeline was stunned.

“I’m bored at home. Are you heading to the Armed Club? Can I come with you today?”

Audrey gazed up at her sister with her alluring violet eyes, pouting.

Yesterday, she couldn’t watch her senior’s written exam for the Eight Gates Half, but today’s final half—the practical test—was being held right on her sister’s turf. The little fox was curious.

After all, this senior would be someone she’d be working with for a long time, and she held the special puppet technique Audrey wanted to learn. This was a perfect chance to build rapport.

Yes, the little fox was already planning whether to add this senior as her fifth Magic Web friend—and her first non-family friend.

Then her Witch’s Four Evil Arts would actually be useful! She wanted to post on her social feed too.

Audrey felt brilliant. Plan complete.

On the other side, the succubus witch, in principle, didn’t want to take her sister out—she feared for her safety. But then she remembered: today’s destination was the Armed Department, her own territory, with the campus’s top-tier security. Maybe it was fine.

So she finally nodded.

“Fine, I’ll take you. But remember—don’t get too far from me.”

Madeline warned her sister.

Yes.....

The little fox cheered.

But as soon as they stepped outside, the sense of safety vanished—and she instantly fell silent, her face expressionless, becoming the cold, aloof beauty others saw.

......The two sisters traveled on......