Chapter 81

The timeline returns to the present.

“I’m taking a practical exam—who’s the toughest fighter in your club?”

To give her cohabitant Sophie Liya some face, Dorothy had been unusually well-behaved and restrained on the way here, avoiding trouble—but now that she’d entered the Armed Club’s grand arena, she felt she no longer needed to pretend; she could speak more directly.

Yeah, she’d come here today to crash the party.

Although her usual personality avoided drawing attention, she normally wouldn’t do something so flashy—but who could’ve predicted that her current image—bangs, black eyes, braided hair, the “country girl miss”—had become wildly famous?

There was no point hiding anymore; she’d already blown her Didiao , so she might as well go a little wild.

After all, it’s the Student Council president’s miss who’s being arrogant—what does that have to do with Dorothy, first-year student of the Automatic Mechanical Civil Engineering College?

Besides, to fund her money-making scheme, she needed to be flashy today to earn extra meals for the household; if she didn’t find some side income soon, they’d run out of food entirely.

The Armed Club’s grand arena was a massive circular structure resembling an ancient Roman amphitheater, with a vast central arena serving as the duel platform, and concentric circular walls housing spectator seats, preparation zones, and other facilities.

Dorothy and her group had entered through the main gate and now stood at the center of the arena; she looked up, scanning the surroundings, and immediately spotted fourteen distinct open VIP boxes above the ordinary spectator seating.

Clearly, these were the exclusive VIP boxes of the Armed Club’s bigwigs.

The most luxurious one, directly opposite the main gate, with a throne-like opulent chair, must be the legendary club president’s domain; the other thirteen surrounding it were surely the seats of the Thirteen Purification Teams.

Since the throne remained empty—the president wasn’t here today—Dorothy felt a brief pang of disappointment; it meant she might miss out on a big payday. But fortunately, all thirteen team leader seats were occupied, so at least she wouldn’t come away empty-handed.

Still…

As Dorothy shed her disguise and her piercing dragon eyes swept across the entire Armed Club, momentarily silencing everyone with her words, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure among the thirteen VIP seats.

“Wait… Alice?”

Dorothy was stunned; she blinked, confirming she wasn’t hallucinating.

That golden-haired, twin-tailed little girl sitting at the very end of the thirteenth seat, radiating solemn authority—how could she possibly look so familiar? She resembled her own sister so much!

Shock—my little sister is secretly a college bigwig?

After triple-checking she wasn’t seeing things, Dorothy was momentarily at a loss.

Damn, this was like accidentally flooding the dragon king’s temple—she’d been showing off right in front of family.

In that instant, she felt the same crushing shame as if she’d been secretly practicing anime lines in her room, only to have her family walk in and catch her.

Right then, she was so embarrassed she wanted to dig an entire island out of the arena floor with her toes.

But she’d already started this act—no matter how uncomfortable, she had to keep going.

So despite her inner turmoil, Dorothy kept her expression blank, focusing her mental energy into her spellbook and frantically typing away.

【Forest Fairy: Alice, does your Armed Club have a bigwig who looks just like you? I just saw the thirteenth team leader up there—he’s nearly identical to you.】

On the other side, Alice—who had been sitting with solemn dignity in her seat, trying her best to mimic Mother Anne’s stern demeanor despite her adorable appearance—also cracked. She too plunged her mental energy into her spellbook and frantically typed a message.

【Blood Moon Child: Sister, sister, where are you? Come quick to the Armed Club—there’s someone here who looks exactly like you, all wrapped up and hiding their face, crashing the event. Hmm, she’s apparently the Student Council president’s rumored girlfriend, nicknamed “Miss.” Do you know about this?】

Then, both sisters received each other’s messages at once; a single mental scan, and both fell into stunned silence.

【Forest Fairy Blood Moon Child: That’s me.】

After a moment of silence, both sent another message simultaneously.

Dorothy: “...”

Alice: “...”

Fuck, my sweet, well-behaved little sister can’t possibly be this imposing.

Damn, my lazy, slacker big sister can’t possibly be this arrogant.

While the sisters frantically messaged each other, the other witches in the arena gradually snapped out of their shock.

Sophie Liya beside Dorothy raised an eyebrow, looking smug—as if she’d expected this all along.

The Angel Witch felt her decision to skip class and accompany “Miss” today was absolutely correct; this “Miss” was never going to behave during an exam.

Yet, far from being angry at Dorothy’s sudden arrogance, Sophie Liya felt a quiet sense of relief.

That’s right—this was the true spirit of the Dragon Witch. As the teacher’s daughter, she should be this bold and unrestrained; her previous slacker behavior was utterly disgraceful.

For a moment, the Angel Witch felt a joyful pride—as if her “Miss” was finally turning over a new leaf—and she was genuinely glad for the teacher.

But on the other side, the members of the Armed Club, whose club had just been invaded, were far from pleased.

The Armed Club gathered the most combative students in the entire Witch Academy, and most of them had short tempers; Dorothy’s single remark instantly ignited the fury of nearly everyone present.

“Fuck, I’ve never seen such an arrogant person—I can’t take it anymore.”

“Don’t stop me—I’m going down there and tear out her mouth.”

“A first-year dares to act this way? Let me teach her respect for her seniors.”

There was no help for it—warriors were just this volatile. A storm of curses erupted, spewing classic insults from every race.

But despite the shouting and berating, no one actually stepped down to fight.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to—or that they were truly afraid of this “country girl” witch who hid her face—it was because the arrogant girl stood beside the Student Council president.

Even the violent, impulsive members of the Armed Club feared this woman, who had long overshadowed their own club president and remained undefeated for years.

Those hotheads who’d been ready to charge down were now held back by their calmer companions.

All eyes turned to the thirteen VIP seats above.

With the president absent, the fate of the Armed Club now rested in the hands of these thirteen team leaders.

So…

“Alice, you go down and test her.”

The first-team leader, seated closest to the president’s throne, a calm and reliable senior witch, spoke.

The sisters mid-chaotic-chat: “...”

Dorothy looked up, bewildered and exasperated.

No, pick someone else—how can I fight my own sister?

But…

“Hmm, alright.”

On the stage, the golden-haired, green-eyed little girl cheerfully agreed—and her emerald eyes began to darken with crimson.

Ever since seeing her sister’s hidden strength a few days ago, the little witch had been itching for a fight—and now the perfect opportunity had walked right in. She had no reason to refuse.

Dorothy: “...”

Damn, seeing her sister suddenly brimming with battle lust, the homebody witch felt utterly drained.

Sigh—my rebellious little sister has broken my heart.

But since you started this, Alice, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Even if you’re my sister, for the sake of my family—me, my familiar, and all three of us eating—I won’t hold back.

Thus, the arena’s array activated; the ground trembled as the battlefield took shape.

.....The sisters prepare for battle.....