Chapter 79: Shocking the Little Witch for a Hundred Years

Time returned to just over ten minutes ago, to the Armed Society headquarters.

As a super-large organization with over a million members, most members typically operated through branch offices scattered across the Witch Academy, not gathering at headquarters—but even so, the headquarters remained enormous.

It was a medium-sized floating island, roughly the size of the Student Council headquarters, covered in spatial expansion spells, its actual interior space dozens of times larger than its exterior.

Unlike the Student Council, whose grounds were littered with temples and whose architecture leaned toward mythic, sacred grandeur, the Armed Society’s island was filled with arenas of all sizes, its buildings rugged and wild, adorned with sculptures and murals depicting hunting, slaughter, and war.

Especially at the island’s center stood the grand arena, forged from the remains of an ancient dragon species—its presence was overwhelming, visually staggering; the lingering dragon aura around it made cowards tremble and the brave burn with Rexue .

In short, it was a place where anyone stepping inside instinctively felt their blood surge.

Early in the morning, a tiny figure stepped out from the teleportation gate at the headquarters dock.

She was a golden-haired, blue-eyed little girl, no taller than one meter thirty, her doll-like delicate face a direct hit to certain people’s preferences—especially with her twin pigtails and the faint baby fat on her cheeks that revealed cute little fangs when she smiled.

Hmm, very harsh.

If she were on the human lands below, such a cute girl walking down the street would quickly draw someone approaching to ask if she was lost and if she wanted to see goldfish with Uncle—but this was a floating island, witch territory.

For witches, the ultimate beings, appearance and age were always deceptive.

In the witch world, never underestimate someone based on their looks or age—you’ll pay a terrible price. Don’t ask why this unwritten rule exists; countless headlines like “The new little girl in my house is actually my great-grandmother,” “I, a useless one, couldn’t beat my three-year-old niece,” and “I’m the mother, yet everyone keeps mistaking me for the little sister” have long grown tiresome.

And this was the Witch Academy, where the entrance requirement was ten thousand mana of magical power—so what did it mean when a little girl in uniform appeared here?

It meant she had already enrolled while you were still playing in the mud—she was a true genius, far surpassing your mediocrity.

So...

“Senior, good morning.”

“Good morning, Senior Alice.”

“Morning, Captain.”

As soon as the cute little girl appeared, nearly every member along the way immediately dropped what they were doing and bowed respectfully to greet her.

After all, this girl was already a celebrity of this year’s Armed Society—rumor had it she enrolled directly into the Witch Academy at age three, then headed straight for the Armed Society, competing against adult witch classmates with her tiny body.

Although Senior Alice didn’t make a fearsome debut like the president, smashing everyone right away—in fact, she was initially crushed repeatedly, for she was still too young; even with magic equal to others, her undeveloped body put her at a severe disadvantage.

But this little senior was truly ruthless: no matter how many times she was beaten, she’d get up as if nothing had happened and charge forward again—she was terrifyingly reckless.

As she grew, the terrifying dominance of a genius witch gradually emerged—her progress was visibly rapid; one by one, her former tormentors were defeated and surpassed. Now, at thirteen, she was already captain of the Thirteenth Purification Team.

Though she was merely the lowest-ranked captain, she was still a captain—under the Armed Society’s current rules, only the top fourteen members, excluding the eternal number one—the president—could become captains of the Thirteen Teams by rank.

This meant that this little senior, who had only just evolved from a toddler into a little girl and hadn’t yet reached her physical peak, already ranked among the top fourteen out of a million members in the Armed Society—what would happen when she fully matured?

For ordinary witches with average talent, she was already a giant—her world was too terrifying, too distant; they, the common folk, simply bowed and greeted her politely.

In return for these junior members’ greetings, the little senior Alice responded politely and sweetly with nods, then skipped away lightly, leaving behind only her swaying twin pigtails fluttering in the air.

This made the juniors feel healed—such a innocent, adorable Alice Senior was practically a mascot in this headquarters filled almost entirely with monsters.

Though this mascot became even more monstrous than any monster once she entered battle.

“Hmm, looks like Senior Alice is in a good mood today—she was scowling so much these past few days, it was scary.”

The juniors exchanged glances, all exhaling in relief—their mascot had returned.

Alice’s mood truly was good; the little witch beamed, clutching her spellbook, giggling at the message on its pages.

【Forest Fairy♂: My adorable sister, how’s your squad today? Any unusual incidents? I’m planning to drop by later.】

This was the message her sister had just sent her—thinking of seeing her sister, whom she hadn’t seen in four days, the little witch whose energy had been running low instantly felt elated.

Hmm, when my sister arrives, I’ll definitely show off my authority as captain of the Thirteenth Purification Team—I told her before, once she enrolls, I’ll protect her, and she didn’t believe me. This time, I’ll make her look at me with new respect.

Alice thought this happily to herself.

True, her sister was currently being arranged by their mother—the terrifying Dragon Witch—to live with that awful Student Council president—but it didn’t matter; with the deep sisterly bond they’d shared for years, the Student Council president posed no threat—her sister still loved her.

The little witch firmly believed this.

By the way, today someone was scheduled to come for a combat assessment, hehehe—wasn’t this a perfect target delivered straight to me? When my sister arrives, I’ll personally demonstrate what a Purification Team captain’s authority truly looks like.

Alice looked forward to this eagerly.

Then...

“Who’s the toughest one here?”

Ten minutes later, Alice, seated on the captain’s chair, fists clenched and ready to strike, stared in shock at the figure below—loud, arrogant, fully armed, and disguised as if hiding from the world—her jaw dropped.

What the hell? Who is this? Why does she look so much like my sister?

.....The little witch panicked.....