Chapter 99: What Does It Mean to Be a College Star

After leaving home and flying with utmost caution, minimizing her presence at every step, Dorothy arrived at her destination—the Grand Library of the Witch Academy.

The booth she had seen earlier on the club square was merely a recruitment point for the Eye of Truth Club; the massive, majestic library before her was their actual headquarters, though officially belonging to the school, it was entirely managed by the club.

Though its membership numbered only around ten thousand—small by comparison to giant clubs like the Armed Force, which had over a million members—its headquarters was shockingly large: it was an entire large floating island.

In the witch world, floating islands generally followed standard sizes: small ones were residential, with interior areas roughly equivalent to a nobleman’s estate, equipped with various living and leisure facilities.

Medium-sized islands were commercial, commonly used as bases for witch societies, featuring designated zones for work, lodging, and commerce; some larger medium islands resembled small towns.

Large floating islands, the next tier up, were essentially airborne cities, typically required only by witch lords as the central hub of their domains.

As for the legendary ultra-massive islands—each one a world unto itself—these belonged to the military-industrial realm, functioning as strategic weapons akin to war motherships in the witch world, deployed only by major war factions and inaccessible to ordinary witches, negligible in everyday context.

And yet, a mere library occupied the scale of a large floating island—proof that this was indeed the Witch Academy, a paradise for scholars, a kingdom of knowledge, where books were so abundant they required an entire city to house them.

But Dorothy wasn’t particularly surprised; after all, she was a regular at the Magic Web Library, and this academy library was merely a book metropolis, whereas the Magic Web Library was literally a mountain of books and an ocean of learning—a world of knowledge.

Landing at the island’s entrance port, Dorothy dismounted her broom, adjusted her glasses, checked her spells, confirmed no one had noticed her, then exhaled and stepped into the bustling library.

Due to the spatial expansion spell, the library’s interior was vastly larger than its exterior suggested, and at this moment, it was packed: every desk between the endless shelves was occupied, yet the entire library remained utterly silent, with almost no noise.

Hmm, this wasn’t entirely due to witches’ high general manners or their awareness that libraries demand quiet—it was simply because every desk had a soundproof barrier; even if you screamed inside, the sound wouldn’t carry to disturb others.

Hmm, it was a well-designed system, originally meant to aid learning—but in practice, it had taken a slightly perverse turn.

Dorothy glanced around and saw most desks occupied by pairs of young witches, their books in hand but hearts visibly floating above their heads in the form of hearts—tell me this was studying?

Tsk, no wonder this was the Witch Academy’s famed matchmaking hotspot, a dating paradise—dog food everywhere.

Yet this did spur the few lonely witches here who actually came to study, igniting their determination: each one resolved to “study twice as hard during your dating time, grow stronger, graduate, become your superior, and then give you a green hat.”

Well, in every sense, it was a place that stirred the blood.

Unfortunately, none of this had anything to do with Dorothy; she headed straight to the front desk, slightly increasing her presence before the librarian.

“Hello, I’d like to find Senior Dai Na. Could you please notify her?”

The librarian was clearly a standard Eye of Truth member: silver-rimmed glasses, her appearance merely very pretty, but her intellectual and serene aura added significant charm.

Yet the librarian’s reaction upon seeing Dorothy left the Zhaimonv momentarily stunned.

Because Dorothy had been suppressing her presence, the librarian hadn’t noticed her at first.

Only when Dorothy spoke and subtly amplified her presence did the librarian suddenly look up—and upon seeing the witch before her, with black-rimmed glasses, long bangs, and a braid, the librarian’s mouth dropped open in shock, she clapped a hand over it, and stammered excitedly:

“Ah... sss... it’s you! I—I’ll go get the club president right away!”

She looked exactly like a fanatic disciple encountering her deity descending to earth, utterly overwhelmed.

“Um, could I... please ask for your autograph? If this is an imposition, I beg your pardon... if not possible, I’ll just go notify the president.”

As the librarian turned to leave, she hesitated, then turned back with a pitiful, humble expression.

Dorothy: “......”

Having always considered herself an ordinary little witch, she had never been treated this way before and was momentarily flustered—but smiling was the usual response.

So the Zhaimonv gently pulled down her scarf covering her chin, smiled slightly, and nodded.

“Yes, of course. Where would you like it signed?”

“Here—wait, no, this is a library book, so please sign right here.”

The librarian, ecstatic that her impulsive request had been granted, became so overexcited her brain nearly overheated. She had instinctively handed over the book she’d been reading, then remembered it wasn’t hers, panicked over what personal item to offer, and finally, without thinking, puffed out her chest and pointed at her swaying magic robe.

Dorothy: “.....”

Hmm, it’s quite large—wait, no—

The librarian immediately realized what she’d said, her face flushing crimson, steam visibly rising from her head—this time, her brain truly overheated.

After all, these academically obsessed scholars, seen by outsiders as bookworms, were rarely skilled in social interaction; now, having made such a blunder, the librarian felt like committing suicide on the spot.

“Oh no, please forgive me! I didn’t mean to offend you! Waaah, I might as well just die...”

Watching the librarian tear up, flailing wildly, and even pulling out a short wand to press against her chin, Dorothy was horrified—she immediately cast a disarm charm, seized the wand, and tapped it lightly against the librarian’s chest.

In the next instant, a small emblem of a witch riding a broom appeared on the front of the librarian’s robe.

It was Dorothy’s personal mark—equivalent to her signature, since witches’ true names were best kept secret, especially in her case.

“Is this acceptable?”

After returning the wand, Dorothy did her best to soothe the librarian.

“Yes, yes! I’ll treasure this robe for life—it’s now my family heirloom. Thank you, Miss.”

Watching the librarian, overjoyed, hurry off to deliver the message, Dorothy finally exhaled in relief.

Indeed, being an ordinary little witch is far more comfortable—this fame thing is awful.

She thought to herself.

Then...

Then the previously silent library erupted in chaos: from the spot where the librarian had vanished, a horde of ravenous scholar-witches surged forth, their frenzy like zombies breaking free, the place crawling with bizarre specimens.

Dorothy: “......”

Wait, do wings grow automatically these days? I didn’t have this many last time!

.....Little Witch Wings Rapidly Increasing.....