Chapter 939

"Congratulations, senior sisters—you three are also the top three scorers in this evaluation, and you’ll each receive a one-on-one guidance session with Lady of the Woods. Contact me whenever you’re ready."

Dorothy stepped before the three, smiling as she offered her congratulations.

Although these three seniors had frantically copied Alice’s assignments all week, driving the little witch to distraction, they’d taken a shortcut—but it was a shortcut they’d discovered themselves, so it was their own skill and luck.

Luck is unfathomable to mortals, but in the witch’s worldview, it counts as a form of power—one of the strongest, according to the Prophetic School, who stand by this claim; if you disagree, go argue with them.

Moreover, these three seniors weren’t just lucky fools—they were genuinely talented and powerful.

Senior Dana handled the interpretation and annotation of the blueprints, Senior Agina managed the alchemical construction work, and Senior Christine oversaw the warship’s energy circuit architecture and tuning.

The three witches each fulfilled their roles, and under their leadership, their team truly delivered an exceptionally high-quality result.

Hmm, by intern standards, this could almost earn a perfect score.

The Zhaimonv turned her gaze toward the Glory Witch Warship.

It was an exceptionally beautiful and majestic warship; even though all vessels in this evaluation were miniatures—less than one ten-thousandth the size of a real warship—their grandeur and power still radiated with overwhelming force.

Of course, this warship wasn’t originally named Glory Witch Warship—each team named their own evaluation vessel, and Dorothy hadn’t noted the original names on those blueprints.

After all, such an extreme Yange version of the design truly didn’t deserve the names of the original ships, since every prototype was a legendary warship.

They had all once been members of Dorothy’s dream fleet from “Warship World.”

The prototype of this Glory Witch Warship was Bahamut—the flagship of the Zhaimonv ’s dream fleet.

Thus, as Dorothy gazed upon the Glory Witch Warship, her expression grew complex; she truly missed those shipgirls from the game, especially this former great wife.

Yet she had never entertained the thought of returning to the game—she still clearly distinguished reality from fantasy; no matter how powerful you were in the game, it was all fake.

Rather than drowning in that illusory beauty, Dorothy now hoped that someday she could forge those shipgirl wives into reality—that would be true reunion and true happiness.

Alas, dreams are beautiful, but reality was that she simply couldn’t afford the astronomical cost of the shipbuilding materials.

Even the “Golden Princess” currently being forged behind her workshop—

Hmm, the name of this legendary warship under construction was tentatively set as Golden Princess, named after Senior Mia’s nickname, to emphasize its exclusivity.

Although Dorothy had originally wanted Senior Mia to name it herself, Mia had immediately suggested names like “Dorothy’s Love,” “Dedicated to Mia,” or “Object of True Love,” as if she wanted to stamp “a gift from her beloved” right onto the hull—so the Zhaimonv had ruthlessly stripped Mia of her naming rights.

No choice—Mia was gleefully showing off, but Dorothy had felt the Pure White Witch beside her staring at her like she was about to cut her down, Audrey’s gaze behind her was equally unbearable, brimming with “I want one too,” let alone that idiot sister Alice.

If this kept up, the Zhaimonv would soon be sacrificing herself and using her corpse to build the ship.

Can’t take it anymore. Truly can’t.

This isn’t because she’s stingy and refuses to give every sister an equal legendary warship—she just can’t afford it. Mia’s ship was possible only because she’d recently acquired an Ancient Radiant Dragon Heart from Helmos; with the main material secured, the rest were relatively easy to find.

But for others to build one, Dorothy would first have to figure out where to get angelic wings, nine-tailed fox tails, true ancestor cores, or the heart of a succubus queen—all absurd materials.

These are things you can’t even wish for—she was genuinely broke. She couldn’t just rush to the frontlines and hunt them down on the spot.

Come on, even though she was now a great witch, a mere great witch was nothing compared to those game-end bosses—she’d just be delivering her head.

If she couldn’t even satisfy her own sisters, how could she ever turn her game wives into reality?

The road ahead is long and arduous—waiting for a promising future.

Uwuuu, I’m actually pretty envious of Senior Mia too—I want to sail a real legendary warship in reality.

Whatever, the White Dragon Warship is fine too—it’s small and cute, and Zero, the AI cosplaying as a shipgirl, isn’t bad to pamper. One must know contentment.

As she comforted herself with this sorrowful thought, the three seniors before her were overjoyed.

Yay—team champion and individual MVP! The overlap of two joys birthed even greater delight—an unprecedented, wonderful feeling.

Even Dana, the usually calm Moon Elf Witch, jumped up in excitement.

Hmm, mainly because of the one-on-one guidance from Lady of the Woods—it was simply too precious.

Still, none of the three planned to use the opportunity immediately; they’d already gained much from the shipbuilding evaluation and hadn’t fully absorbed it yet, so there was no rush.

Moreover, they were only just entering the Great Witch realm—using such a precious opportunity at this stage would be a waste.

Save it—wait until all three hit a wall during the Peak Exam; only then would it be truly well-used.

“Yes, yes, thank you, Miss, thank you, Lady of the Woods—we will cherish this precious opportunity.”

The three quickly bowed and thanked Dorothy and the doll dragon puppet beside her.

The Zhaimonv : “.”

Dorothy saw their expressions and knew these seniors were practically treating the opportunity like a family heirloom to be passed down—she understood their feelings, since she herself was a hoarder who loved saving everything and never wanted to use it.

No, she even hoarded consumables—her space bag still held some magic potions she’d gotten as a child.

But this was truly a disorder.

She really wanted to tell them: go ahead and use it freely—your idol is standing right here, and you can get Lady of the Woods’ guidance anytime I’m free; I won’t refuse, since teaching others is also a form of knowledge review—a win-win.

But never mind—better to keep it secret for now. When I can finally reveal my identity openly, their expressions will be hilarious. Hehe.

Dorothy remembered something happy, and her expression brightened slightly.

“Alright, since the evaluation is over, you’re all now official employees of Star Industries. Come in—let’s take a good look at your future workplace and duties.”

The Zhaimonv waited until the interns had calmed down, then opened the workshop door behind her and spoke to the group.

Hearing this, the interns—who had barely regained their composure—immediately became excited again.

After all, though they’d been allowed to use some workshop equipment during the evaluation, those were only peripheral areas set aside for them—they’d never truly entered the inner workings of the shipyard.

Moreover, since a few days ago, the workshop had been fully operational, with many formidable adult witches coming and going daily, and the magical tides from its internal machinery were impossible to ignore.

Everyone knew a major operation was underway here, and some well-informed interns had even heard that a real legendary warship was being forged inside.

A real legendary warship.

Previously, interns might have only known legendary warships from textbooks—knowing they were the strongest war machines in the witch world.

But after a week of evaluation and hands-on shipbuilding, they now understood exactly how immense the weight of those four words—legendary warship—truly was.

They’d struggled desperately just to build a nearly toy-like, heavily Yange version—and now they knew how impossibly difficult building a real warship would be, let alone a legendary one at the pinnacle.

It was a realm so distant their minds couldn’t even grasp it.

Yet after their excitement, they turned their gazes toward Dorothy.

Hmm, technically, this miss was still their junior—she was a first-year student, while they had all graduated.

But this first-year student was already involved in building a real legendary warship—even as one of its leaders—while they…

Tsk. The gap between people really could be this vast.

Though they’d long since abandoned any thought of competing with Miss, they still couldn’t help feeling this pang of awe.

Miss truly has the makings of a sovereign.

All of them silently thought this.

But awe could wait—now was the time for the tour.

A real, under-construction legendary warship—something even their elders rarely got to see. This might be the only chance of their lives—a sight worth boasting about forever.

Let’s go.

With reverence and anticipation, the group followed the lead of Miss as they entered the workshop for the first time.

“Christine, what’s wrong? You seem nervous.”

The Original Witch paused slightly at the entrance, taking deep breaths; beside her, the two sisters also stopped, concerned.

“Yeah, it’s my first time seeing a real legendary warship—it’s a strange feeling.”

Christine nodded, admitting it frankly.

Dana and Agina exchanged a glance—they could somewhat understand their sister’s emotion.

Both came from distinguished families; while legendary warships were rare, their homes had them—they’d seen them as children.

But Christine was the Original Witch, brought back from the mortal world by the academy’s teacher; the witch academy was her first encounter with the witch world, and it had no real legendary warships.

So her knowledge of legendary warships was limited to textbooks and video recordings—and there’s a vast difference between images and reality.

Moreover, having grown up in the mortal world and received mortal education, she’d been taught that even the most ordinary witch warship was a world-ending horror—legendary warships were beyond mortal imagination.

Thus, Christine’s feelings differed from theirs: they were merely curious about seeing a warship under construction, but Christine felt like she was on pilgrimage—naturally, she was nervous.

“Hehe, don’t be nervous, Christine—you’re a witch, our kin. You should feel pride, not fear.”

“Yes, yes, embrace the glory of witches, Christine—what you’re about to see is the embodiment of divine power.”

Dana and Agina each took one of the Original Witch’s hands and smiled as they pulled her inside.

Christine could only be carried along—and soon, the sacred, majestic, magnificent, sublime, powerful, indescribable colossus burst into her vision, etching itself into her soul.

The Original Witch felt she might never forget this sensation—the feeling of every pore opening, her body trembling with excitement, her soul quivering.

“Ah, this is the real legendary warship—the embodiment of divine power?”

She stood frozen, mouth agape, overwhelmed by awe, then flooded with pride.

Pride in being a witch.

In fact, not just her—even Dana and Agina, who had once thought they’d seen enough and found this unimpressive, now stood stunned with identical expressions.

At that moment, they realized that just as there were gaps between people, there were even greater gaps between warships.

“This is the true legendary.”

“She’s so beautiful.”

They couldn’t help but whisper these praises.

In the crowd’s gaze, the vast, majestic, magnificent creation lay quietly in the central dry dock—though unfinished, with only its keel erected, its aura as a final weapon was unmistakable.

This was the beauty of strength.

Legendary warship, Golden Princess—under construction with excellence.

Witches at work.

Writing anything feels like filler—I’ve almost forgotten how to write. Giving up. There’s not much left anyway.