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"Well, since you put it that way, Miss, I have no objections. I can be your nominal member."

Although somewhat curious about where the Miss’s aura of menace had just come from, Sophia is ultimately not one to pry too deeply into others’ secrets.

Since the Miss doesn’t speak of it, she won’t ask further.

After all, as long as the Miss is also interested in participating in the Witch’s Night festival, Sophia is content to be free from hassle.

However...

"So, Miss, how many people have you gathered now?"

She may not inquire about the Miss’s secrets, but the strength of her future teammates is critical to her festival performance, and she needs to know. If their abilities are lacking, she must arrange for backup help in advance.

"Well, counting you, we have four for sure, and I’m planning to ask Senior Mia to be the fifth," Dorothy replied truthfully.

"One is me, one is my junior sister, and the other is former Club President of the Eye of True Sight, Senior Fanny, Sophia, you should know her, right?"

Angel Witch: "...."

Upon hearing this impressive roster of members, Sophia fell silent for a moment.

Good heavens, Miss, are you sure you’re setting up a research club, not an Armed Battle Group? Isn’t this combat power a bit excessive? There are two former club presidents in the team.

As for Senior Mia, the former Golden Princess, Sophia is certainly familiar. She is a former Club President of the Armed Society. Even if she later ceded her position to Madeline, it was only due to the Armed Society’s unspoken rule of prioritizing combat magic, not a lack of strength on her part.

After all, her main profession is an Artillery Witch. The fact that she became the Club President of the Armed Society despite being an Artillery Witch who excels at long-range combat rather than close combat is quite astounding, suggesting an unimaginable power behind her primary artillery attacks. So, when it comes to overall strength, it’s hard to say who truly ranks first in the Armed Society.

As for Senior Fanny, her background is even more remarkable. When Sophia first entered the Witch Academy, that senior hadn’t yet taken a leave of absence and was a notable figure in the academy. Although Sophia wasn’t very familiar with her, that senior, with her long black straight hair and peculiar square pupils, had left a deep impression on the Angel Witch.

However, wasn’t it said that Senior Fanny later unfortunately succumbed to the Curse of Knowledge and had to take a leave of absence? When did the Miss meet her?

Sophia looked questioningly at the Miss in front of her, her curiosity growing, and the Curse of Knowledge...

Perhaps nobody understood better than she did the hazards and terrors of the Curse of Knowledge.

Thinking of her own family, which had been ruined by a teacher, and her sealed mother, a shadow flickered across the face of the Pure White Witch.

"Miss, are you sure Senior Fanny is really okay?"

Dorothy also remembered what Little Fox had told her about Sophia’s mother, who had suffered from the Curse of Knowledge, so she understood the Angel Witch’s concerns.

While grasping the unruly flailing tentacles of the annoyed Hat Senior Sister, she explained,

"No problem, Senior Fanny is also a disciple once taught by my mother. My mother is aware of her situation, and actually, Senior Fanny is like you; she’s just a nominal member and rarely participates in activities."

Upon hearing that the teacher also knew, Sophia immediately felt relieved, dropping any further doubts.

"Then, Miss, come and find me in the student council after you’ve found a location for the club tomorrow," Sophia said.

With the backing of those two seniors, Sophia no longer had concerns about the combat power of her Miss’s club.

Truth be told, she initially only acknowledged the Miss’s strength and was worried about the others. But now, knowing the lineup, her thoughts reversed; out of everyone in the club, it was the Miss who seemed to be the weakest link. After all, even her junior sister, Madeline’s younger sister, was supposed to represent the new students this year.

During their recent meal together, Sophia could clearly sense the surging magic power within the overly shy Fox Witch, which was no less formidable than her own.

Indeed, they truly are the most perfect children of two Peak Witches—their talents far surpass Madeline, and perhaps, are even a match for her own.

So...

Glancing at the Miss in front of her, whose Magic Power had recently reached around 30,000 Mana, the Pure White Witch said nothing, but her gaze said it all.

Dorothy: "...."

Sometimes, being too insightful is not a good thing, like now. Even though Sophia said nothing, Dorothy could read the meaning in her eyes but could only respond with impotent fury.

"Damn it, you geniuses think you’re so great. Don’t think just because you have talent you can do whatever you want, I... I..."

I sighed for ages, the homebody witch just couldn’t go on, her heart could only silently cry a river—future prospects that get hurt are a real pain.

Darn it, once I’ve eaten enough to recharge my magic power, I’m going to make you guys understand what cruelty means.

She vowed fiercely to herself.

Then, too exasperated to deal with that arrogant Angel who looked down on others, she pulled out her spellbook, ready to start digging at the foundations with her hoe.

After Senior Mia recognized her identity, she’d been terrified she’d run away again, so she added her as a friend straightaway.

But to be fair, she really was like a lovesick puppy, despite being the future richest woman in the witch world, but why so humble?

Looking at the chat history with its daily, punctual, clockwork-like good morning, good afternoon, and good night messages, Dorothy didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Ah, one could only say Dragon Witches are probably pretty straightforward, lacking EQ, including herself.

She took out her pocket watch to check the time, hmm, very good, 9:59:57 PM, so...

Three, two, one...

The homebody witch’s mental countdown had just ended, and her spellbook quivered.

[I’m Not Interested in Money: Goodnight, Little Fairy.]

Dorothy: "..."

This really was punctual.

The homebody witch couldn’t help but look up at the sky, speechless, which reminded her of her blind dating experiences in her past life.

It really was much like this moment, except the roles had been somewhat reversed.

It’s just that she couldn’t possibly play the innocent; she had already firmly rejected Senior Mia’s fervent pursuit.

After all, until she had enough strength, she wouldn’t consider dating, afraid of being overwhelmed by a counteroffensive.

It’s a pity that a lovesick puppy can be really persistent; the more she rejected, the more diligent Senior Mia’s three daily greetings became.

Really, if she hadn’t been so unable to find anyone else, Dorothy really didn’t want to turn to this senior who coveted her body, although she did quite fancy the senior’s ride, to be honest.

Ah...

The homebody witch sighed, then began typing to ask.

[Fairy of the Forest: Good evening, senior, we’re one short of four to found a club, are you retiring from the Armed Society or not?]

After sending the message, Dorothy expected that Senior Mia, given her personality, would reply instantly, but she waited a minute without any response.

The homebody witch scratched her head.

Ah, could it be that like my blind dates in the past life, senior’s daily greetings were just perfunctory, done before she tossed aside her phone to joyfully game away?

Then it’s no problem...

Seeing she probably wouldn’t get a reply any time soon, Dorothy was about to close her spellbook when, the next moment, it began to violently shake.

[I’m Not Interested in Money: Little Fairy, what’s this Armed Society you’re talking about, is there such a club at the academy? I’m really not familiar.]

[I’m Not Interested in Money: Image]

[I’m Not Interested in Money: The only club I want to join is the one you’re in, loveheart.jpg]

.....

Looking at the resignation letter image sent by the senior with its ink still wet, the homebody witch was at a loss for words.

Well, buddy, wasn’t the Armed Society supposed to have packed up and left at this hour? Senior, don’t tell me you stamped that yourself?

.....The homebody witch, speechless....