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Regarding Miss Sophia’s direct decision to have her manage the kitchen in the future, Dorothy felt somewhat speechless, but wasn’t particularly opposed either.

She actually quite liked cooking, and back at home, she was the one in charge of the kitchen.

For Dorothy, cooking was a hobby, a passion - who could resist the temptation of delicious food?

Not to brag, but her culinary Talent was leagues above her magic Talent; if one could ascend to godhood through culinary skills in this world, the title of God of Cookery would surely be in her pocket.

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Unfortunately, the Witch World had no deities, only some Pseudo Gods from another world; as a witch, Dorothy naturally scorned the idea of becoming one of those Pseudo Gods who could only strut about using the rules of their own little realms.

So, with time to spare, Dorothy could only infuse her cooking skills into her magic, and the "Witch’s Magical Kitchen" Spell series that consistently topped the best-selling charts on the Magic Web was the fruit of her research.

Ever since the creation of this series of Spells, the culinary standards of the entire Witch World had improved by more than just a level; you could say Dorothy alone had elevated the culinary status of this world.

Alas, honestly speaking, these food Spells were far more profitable than real estate. If Dorothy had chosen money all those years ago, the income earned from these Spells by now would certainly have been astronomical, only too bad...

Dorothy’s pursuit of the mysteries of Magic couldn’t rely solely on her own haphazard guesswork. Without a solid foundation in the principles of Basic Magic, everything else was in vain; a substantial reserve of magic knowledge was a must for anyone who wanted to venture further in the world of Magic.

However, knowledge was the most expensive commodity in the Witch World.

Although the witches were quite willing to share knowledge, and nearly every witch would promptly submit their new findings to the Magic Web Library as papers, almost all the knowledge of the Witch World was collected there...

But this knowledge was not shared for free.

Witches who uploaded knowledge to the library would receive Library Points, and if they wanted to learn someone else’s knowledge, they too had to spend Points.

In the Magic Web Library, as long as you had enough Points, you were almost Omniscient; the vast trove of knowledge accumulated over tens of thousands of years in the Witch World would open its doors to you, there for the taking.

So when the administrator of the Magic Web Library asked Dorothy whether she wished her Spell earnings to be settled in Witch Coins or Library Points, Dorothy chose Library Points without hesitation.

What a joke, to a witch on the Path of Omniscience like herself, could there be anything more valuable than knowledge?

Once she had enough Library Points, wouldn’t that mean she could just woohoo off into the sky? By the time she would have learned enough to ’come out of seclusion’, wouldn’t wealth simply be at her beck and call?

That had been her thought back then, and she was still firmly on that path now; the only problem was that learning took time, and who knew when she would finally be ready?

Now her Library Points were amassing, but her pocket of Witch Gold Yuan was growing slowly; she had even considered more than once whether to exchange some Library Points for money to spend, but ultimately resisted the temptation.

What a joke, exchanging Points for money was a one-way street; Library Points could be exchanged at par for Witch Gold, but Witch Gold couldn’t be used to top up Library Points.

This naturally indicated that Library Points were more valuable; using invaluable Points to obtain Gold Coins, which could be acquired by other means, was obviously not cost-effective and would result in a great loss.

Moreover, although the Points in her account seemed plentiful, compared to the ocean of knowledge in the library, they were actually quite tiny; they really couldn’t be spent recklessly.

Not to mention, even with all the Points she had accrued over the years, she could only afford two or three of the cheapest Twelve-Ring Forbidden Spells.

So, her Points were still far from enough to spend; she simply couldn’t afford to waste them.

Witch Gold could be saved slowly, but library Points were truly more, the merrier.

That’s what Dorothy, a miserly hoarder and a senior member of the Hamster Party, thought.

However, what troubled her most these years was that her learning Speed was simply too slow; alas, self-study was agonizingly slow with low efficiency, her learning Speed couldn’t keep up with the rate of Points accumulation in her account, and there was nothing more tragic in life than this.

Sometimes, she worried that she might die of old age before she could learn everything her Points could afford, which would be a real loss.

Fortunately, after waiting for so many years, she had finally come to the Witch Academy.

Hehehe, they say scholars are everywhere here, that you can run into a big shot just by walking down the street; wouldn’t it be easy for me to find a teacher who could improve my learning efficiency?

Just thinking about that beautiful future where her learning Speed might multiply several times, Dorothy’s smile gradually turned into a wicked grin.

"Miss, please refrain from grinning at the food like that. You look like a mouse that fell into a rice bin, about to drool," Miss Sophia commented, frowning slightly at the seemingly senseless smiling of her lady before her.

Is being put in charge of the kitchen really such a joyful matter?

But watching her lady clearly distracted, and then observing the flawless operation of the cooking Spell on the stove, a complex expression crossed the Angel Witch’s face.

Had she become so adept at controlling spells that she could handle them unconsciously? Was this the realm of the spell creator?

The pure white girl sighed in her heart, only now fully convinced that the lady’s earlier remark was no joke, and that the infamous Witch of the Forest from the Magic Network might well be the lady in front of her, who was smiling foolishly.

"Ah, it’s nothing, I just suddenly thought of something happy."

Once Sophia reminded her, Dorothy came back to reality from her wild thoughts. She instinctively wiped her mouth and then glared unhappily at the pure white girl not far away.

There was no drool at all, none whatsoever.

"Alright, the cooking is almost done, we can eat now, but where’s mother?"

Dorothy waved her hand, and invisible magical hands skillfully began to plate the prepared food and served it on the table. While doing so, she also took off her apron and asked, somewhat puzzled.

Since she had woken up, she seemed to not have seen her mother, Euphilia, although the Angel Witch had told her that the clothes she had vomited on due to the teleportation sickness had been changed and cleaned by her mother.

However, at that moment, Sophia was shocked by the dishes served on the table.

What on earth, had Holy Light Technique been applied to these dishes? Why were they glowing?

Gazing at the table full of shimmering, almost artistic, and exquisitely prepared dishes, the Angel Witch fell into contemplation.

After a while, she regained her senses and answered the lady’s question.

"Teacher is very busy. After seeing that you wouldn’t wake up for some time, she went back to deal with matters, saying she’d try to finish them quickly and come over."

Dorothy didn’t press the matter further.

She wasn’t the kind of child who would throw a tantrum if she didn’t find her mother by her side when she woke up. Her experience as a transmigrator allowed her to empathize with the hardships of adults.

Euphilia must be quite busy, after all, as a Great Lord and a Peak Witch, she was one of the top figures in the Witch World. Such a high-ranking person was certainly busy managing numerous affairs. The search for herself had already caused a delay; now she probably had to work overtime.

Understanding, she nodded and didn’t say much.

It was actually quite nice with Euphilia away, as her mother’s presence was too overwhelming. With her around, Dorothy always felt a bit uneasy, like the nervousness one feels in the presence of a big shot.

She supposed it was just a matter of getting used to it, and it would get better with time.

Now that only Sophia was left, Dorothy actually sighed with relief.

"Well, let’s try my cooking then. From now on, I’ll take care of the kitchen, you can consider it my rent for living here."

She took her seat at the dinner table and assured the Angel Witch sitting across from her with confidence.

"I look forward to a good relationship, Miss Sophia."

Even though the two almost became spouses in a direct step earlier, they were not very familiar with each other, and they might have to live together for several years. Therefore, today’s meal was Dorothy’s best effort to leave a good impression on her future housemate.

Meanwhile, the pure white girl looked at the benevolent smile of the lady opposite her, then at her down-to-earth style and was not particularly keen on interacting with her.

Who wants to get along with you? If not for teacher’s orders, I wouldn’t bother with you. We’re not compatible.

Sophia complained in her heart, but looking at the table filed with glittering and delicious-looking dishes and inhaling the enticing aromas, she couldn’t help but nod.

"This is indeed my duty, my lady."

Yes, it’s just a task assigned by the teacher; she was merely carrying out a mission.

Convinced of this in her heart, the Angel Witch forked a piece of the golden roasted Dragon’s Wings.

Then, with an "ah-um", she took a bite and chewed a couple of times, her golden eyes suddenly widening.

At that moment, it was if she glimpsed the deities of legend.

Yes, without doubt, this was the deity who was omniscient and omnipotent in the realm of culinary arts.

...... "Little witch, another bowl please"......