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"What’s unsuitable about them? I think they’re quite good. I took a long time to make this decision, Mother Superior. Don’t forget the freedom you promised me."

Dorothy would not accept this.

Her declaration was meant to inform, not to negotiate. She had always maintained that her life was hers to control, and she disliked anyone meddling with her future.

"That’s because Sophia didn’t use her full strength, not because your ability truly earned my approval. Don’t you have any idea of your own level?"

"I don’t care about that, I won the previous time anyway. Are you saying that a Peak Witch like yourself doesn’t keep her word?"

"You’re wasting your talent..."

"I’ll use my talent however I want. It’s not like the Witch World can’t function without me. There are many more talented people in this world, so what’s this about wasting talent?"

"I still don’t agree."

"I don’t need your agreement."

.......

For a moment, the atmosphere between the mother and daughter became as tense as drawn swords once again.

The Angel Witch, caught between them, felt exhausted but had no choice. Sophia once again started to mediate.

"Teacher, Miss, can you both calm down for a moment?"

To better quell the escalating real anger, she even used the power of verbal spirituality in her words.

In that voice as beautiful as a holy song, the mother and the daughter temporarily calmed down.

Dorothy was genuinely affected by the word spirit, while Euphilia felt slightly regretful about her previous outburst, so she took the opportunity to back down.

The Dragon Witch was somewhat restless in her heart; she wanted to get along with her daughter and build a relationship. She knew that arguing was pointless and only served to stiffen the recently softened relationship between them once again. But what could she do when her daughter was so headstrong, with every decision of hers dancing in her mother’s forbidden zone?

Used to being imposing, the Dragon Queen had never endured such humiliation in her life.

Thus, although the two who had just stood to argue now sat back down, the fierce eye contact continued.

"Why can’t we discuss things peacefully? Conflict often stems from misunderstanding. Teacher, Miss, why don’t both of you express your thoughts? Maybe after a talk, you’ll understand each other."

Sophia continued her efforts to mediate between the equally stubborn mother and daughter.

"Then, Miss, you go first. Why do you also want to go to Brust Academy? You even chose a..."

"emmmm... mechanical civil engineering, as far as I know. This seems to be a new major introduced in the last two years, rather niche."

As the Student Council President, Sophia was quite knowledgeable about everything at Witch Academy, but even so, she was slightly hesitant when she mentioned the major that Dorothy had selected.

Wasn’t this a new major established just a few years ago? It appeared to be a novel program combining automated puppetry technology with civil engineering, though it had always been rather quiet with few students choosing it. Therefore, Sophia’s knowledge of the major was limited to what she had heard about it.

However, Dorothy was still somewhat angry despite the Angel Witch’s mediation.

Tch, what’s the problem? Why can’t I be a Research Witch? Why look down on Research Witches? Aren’t you Armed Witches impressive? Without Research Witches supporting you in logistics, all you war maniacs would’ve starved by now. Aren’t all your food, clothes, and equipment made by Research Witches?

But it was an inevitable situation when Witches were inherently a warrior race. The social norm favored Armed Witches with a higher status; aside from those who genuinely loved research, most Research Witches were actually those who had failed to cut it as Armed Witches.

Both Euphilia and Sophia before her, as Armed Witches and members of high society, likely saw Research Witches as having no prospects, naturally opposing Dorothy’s choice.

Alas, a scholar in front of soldiers finds their reasoning powerless.

Yet Dorothy didn’t see it that way herself; she genuinely wanted to become a Research Witch.

Firstly, she truly disliked conflict. The Magic Web Duels were fine as games, but real combat could hurt, and it could even be lethal.

A person dies when they are killed, and it’s the same for witches. There are so many better things to do, why engage in senseless fighting?

Secondly, Dorothy really enjoyed researching things. In her past life, her reclusiveness stemmed from being engrossed in games, novels, and anime, but in this life, her reclusion was due to the fascination with exploring the mysteries of magic. She loved the feeling of researching magic principles and then creating entirely new spells.

As for why she chose Brust and Newest Academies? Of course, it’s because these schools are strong.

There is also a ranking among the various academies within Witch Academy, and the two schools Dorothy chose were consistently in the top five.

Brust Academy specialized in alchemy and architecture, while Newest excelled in magic potions and animal husbandry-cultivation fields.

These two seemed quite high-end, but in Dorothy’s eyes, they clearly spelled out the words ’infrastructure’ and ’farming’, which really stirred her soul’s DNA.

After considering everything carefully, she reluctantly gave up on Newest Academy, the farming route, and chose Brust Academy, which focused on infrastructure.

There was no helping it, even in the Witch World, real estate was too profitable, and Dorothy needed money,

Having set one of her life goals, she first and foremost needed to become a Witch Lord to achieve that goal.

The fastest and best way to become a Witch Lord was of course to become an Armed Witch and venture to the front lines to explore new worlds; if she could conquer a land, the territory would naturally become hers.

But since Dorothy didn’t want to become an Armed Witch waging wars everywhere, she had no choice but to rely on buying, on spending money, throwing around coins, and using her wealth to acquire other witches’ territories.

It was quite normal for witch territories to be bought and sold; after all, some witches thrived while others didn’t, and there were always cases of prodigal heirs squandering the foundations laid by their ancestors, with riches lasting no more than a few generations.

The Great Lords were one thing, but smaller territories like the Sea Moon Island where Dorothy grew up were actually quite prone to decline. These small territories largely depended on the personal strength of the Lord; once the Lord met with an accident and the successors failed to grow adequately, it wouldn’t be long before the territory fell into decline.

Often there would be some declining Witch Territories that couldn’t sustain themselves anymore and would put their land up for sale; Dorothy’s current goal was to first save up enough money to buy such a territory.

This was no small sum, Dorothy had inquired about the market price, and a small Witch Territory would be around the goal of one Witch Gold Coin.

The currency of the witches was quite cliché, still stuck with the medieval copper coin, silver coin, and gold coin system, with tenfold increases.

However, unlike ordinary metal currency, Witch Coins were made from extraordinary materials derived from common metals: refined copper, mithril, and pure gold. These three extraordinary metals had excellent magic power storage properties, and the value of the Witch Coins cast from them was on par with the magical power they contained.

One copper coin could store exactly one Mana of magic power, one silver coin ten Mana, and a gold coin one hundred Mana.

Due to the omnipotent nature of magic power, these Witch Coins were very valuable. Perhaps in the hands of witches, this currency served merely as a medium for transactions, at most used as portable magic power banks when running low on magic energy or tossed a few coins as casting materials to enhance the strength of spells during casting.

But for other races, Witch Coins were known as universal coins; with enough Witch Coins, one could even cast Wishing Magic.

Therefore, the actual purchasing power of Witch Coins was quite high. A three-member Witch’s Home could live normally for about a week on one Witch Gold Coin, and for a mortal family, one Witch Gold Coin would suffice for an entire year.

And under such a premise, the goal of one Witch Gold Coin...

That was a number that could scare Dorothy to death, and compared to that, her previous true small goal of saving money to buy a house was nothing at all.

For this, she had to find ways to make money, and in her view, real estate was always the most profitable business in the world.

Anyway, she, Dorothy, was determined to become the future real estate tycoon of the Witch World.

But could such a reason persuade her mother?

Heh, forget about it; her modest wish in the eyes of someone like Euphilia probably seemed like a lack of ambition and a lack of drive.

Given her mother’s character, Dorothy felt that if she really spoke her mind, she might end up facing a flurry of thrown money again.

Alas, do parents and children in every world inevitably have a generation gap?

What she really wanted was not money, but a home she built from the ground up, step by step; anything not earned through her own efforts was meaningless. Could you not tarnish my dreams with dirty money?

Dorothy sighed, and although she nearly had no hope left, she still gave the mediating Angel Witch face and spoke her mind truthfully.

Isn’t it said that speaking your thoughts leads to understanding each other? Let’s see if you truly understand me.

Having said her piece, Dorothy crossed her arms and quietly observed the reactions of the two people beside her.

Come on, I’ve said my part; you can go ahead and insult me with money now, although I definitely won’t take it.

Opposite her, the master and apprentice looked at each other again. Having never worried about money in their lives, they could not understand Dorothy’s perspective.

Sophia, in particular, was filled with question marks.

The Angel Witch really wanted to ask the young lady in front of her if she was just being finicky for no reason. If you want a territory to play house, just ask your teacher for one, and surely your teacher wouldn’t refuse—after all, isn’t everything your teacher has destined to be inherited by you? Why make such a big fuss?

Tsk, such a naive idea is truly befitting of a young mistress. Clueless about the perils of the outside world and refusing to utilize readily available resources because of meaningless pride, that’s just laughably foolish.

But the teacher surely wouldn’t agree. It’s a good thing it’s the young mistress; otherwise, given the teacher’s personality, she would’ve resorted to violence long ago with anyone else.

A stray hair on top of the Angel Witch’s head twitched as she internally sneered at the thought.

She confirmed once again that she simply couldn’t get along with this young mistress.

However, what left both Dorothy and Sophia stunned was the response they received next. The Dragon Witch initially wore the same grim expression and, after a long silence and what seemed to be deep thought, just when both were bracing for an outburst, she let out a heavy sigh and then nodded her head.

"I think I understand what you mean, Dorothy."