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The homebody witch felt that her mother during her student days must have been the kind of heartthrob who could make all the girls scream upon her entrance.

However, the Dragon Queen just rolled her eyes at her daughter after hearing this.

“I’m still very young, okay.”

She’s not even two hundred years old yet, which is still considered a young maiden among ordinary witches, who can live up to a thousand years.

“Besides, I wasn’t like this before. During my student days, I was very quiet. The way I am now is just due to my position. In the Dragon Kingdom, you can’t stand firm without being fierce and wild. Convincing others with virtue doesn’t work there; you must reason with them.”

Euphilia reminisced about her student days and then said so.

Dorothy: “…..”

Looking at her mother who, even while just sitting on the sofa without making any big movements, still maintained a commanding presence, making one feel the aura of queenly dominance, the homebody witch really couldn’t see how ‘quiet’ fit in with this.

Besides, isn’t Mother Superior specialized in the Combat Magic System?

As everyone knows, witches from the Combat Magic System are all rough warriors….

Hmm, can’t think about it anymore. She’s my own mom after all, got to save some face for her.

“Yeah, right, I totally believe that.”

The homebody witch nodded perfunctorily.

Seeing her daughter’s expression, the Dragon Queen also raised an eyebrow, her great dragon’s stubborn temper flaring up.

“You don’t believe me, huh? Let me show you some photos from back then.”

Euphilia snapped her fingers, and from the space gap that tore open between her fingers, a photograph dropped out.

Dorothy gained interest; she took the photo from her mother’s hand and looked at it, then was instantly stunned.

It was a group photo with three witches.

Two of them Dorothy recognized. The tall witch standing in the middle was clearly her mother.

But at that time, Mother Superior did look a bit immature, very student-like, even wearing silver-framed glasses, having none of the coarseness a warrior ought to have, instead exuding a scholarly intellect and elegance.

Hmm, this actually aligns a little with Eve’s Moon God aura, though being over two meters tall still made her quite noticeable.

But that’s no big issue; after all, in Dorothy’s previous world, even the ancestor of all scholars was super big-sized. How else could one be good at studying without a strong physique?

The Mother Dragon is the real scholar here.

Come to think of it, she also rarely saw the Mother Dragon practicing martial arts; her mom seemed to have her nose in a book more often during her leisure time.

But unlike the literary girl-looking Mrs. Dragon, the witch standing to her left seemed very flamboyant.

That was a witch with multicolored dyed hair, clothes worn not-so-properly, with her upper body wrapped in bandages, highlighting her uniqueness, casually holding a cigarette in her mouth, and her eight eyes written full of rebellion.

Dorothy: “…”

Even with the changes in makeup and aura, the homebody witch recognized this witch’s identity at a glance; it was her dear Spider Teacher, Noelle Rose.

Dorothy recalled her impression of her teacher, who always seemed to have squinty eyes and a gentle temperament akin to that of a big sister or wife. Then she glanced at the photo again and couldn’t help but shake her head.

However, she also knew that her teacher’s tender, wifely exterior was all fake, an elaborate charade designed by an older unmarried maiden. The delinquent girl in the photo was likely her teacher’s true self.

Well, no wonder when she first showed up signing up with her hot chick look, Spider Teacher had such a bad first impression of her. Seemed like a reenactment of a rebellious past, it’s amazing how the teacher managed to hold back from rolling on the floor in shame back then.

The homebody witch quickly blinked a few times, saving this photograph into her Memory Palace.

Great, got a handle on Spider Teacher, hehehe, teacher, you wouldn’t want your dark past to be known school-wide, right? Quickly get back here; I can’t wait to bleed you dry. Come give me a lesson already.

The homebody witch, who had only attended a few classes since the start of the term, grumbled full of resentment.

Then, she focused her gaze on the final witch in the photograph and then frowned.

“Mother Superior, is this a Japanese witch?”

Looking at the blonde witch in the photo, who wasn’t wearing a mage’s robe, but rather a purple sakura kimono, covering her mouth with a folding fan, resonating with classical elegance, Dorothy was curious and asked her Mother Superior.

“Yes, Violet was indeed an exchange student from Japan,”

Euphilia glanced at the tall witch in the photo, who wasn’t much shorter than her, eyes filled with some nostalgia.

Then she said regretfully,

“It’s just a pity that we lost touch after graduation. Their Japan has always been so isolated; even now I can’t get in touch with her.”

“Do you need me to deliver a letter for you then?”

Seeing her Mother Superior’s somewhat regretful expression, Dorothy smiled and said.

In shame, previously upon first seeing the Japanese witch in the photo, the homebody witch was a bit worried whether she’d once again become a tool. Her Mother Superior must have long since schemed with her Good Sister.

But now, seeing the real, earnest look of wistfulness on the Mother Dragon’s face, Dorothy realized she must have misunderstood, and that it was indeed a coincidence.

“Huh? Can you get to Japan too?”

Hearing her daughter’s words, Euphilia was taken aback, and very surprised asked.

How long has it been since she last saw her daughter? What’s she been sneaking around doing behind her back this time?

The Dragon Queen recalled the raging news on the Magic Network about the Church of Machinery, the Prime Minister’s young lady, and other stuff, feeling somewhat speechless.

This daughter is really such a handful, always able to surprise her with something big every few days.

“Too?”

And Dorothy also sharply caught her mother’s wording, which left her somewhat surprised.

“Besides me, someone else also knows how to get to Japan?”

The homebody witch curiously asked.

Euphilia was also quite surprised at this.

“Huh, didn’t you know? It’s your teacher, Rosie, who just sent me a message not long ago, asking if I wanted to send a message to Violet. She said she took a job and would be going to Japan for a business trip soon.”

The Dragon Queen said, frowning.

“Are you not going to Japan with her?”

Mother Dragon asked, a bit worried.

Dorothy: “….”

Ah, I don’t know, I accepted a job from The Third King directly. The ticket is from my Divine King Good Sister. Spider Teacher didn’t mention she was going too.

The homebody witch took out her spellbook, intending to ask her teacher what was going on. But as she opened it, she realized she hadn’t added her teacher as a friend.

Hmmmm…

Okay then.

At this point, she did notice a few unread messages in her inbox, which seemed to have been sent when she was sleepwalking in the Underworld.

First was a message from her junior, Audrey.

[Fox Carrot: Senior Sister, are you there? Second Aunt is looking for you, haven’t you added her as a friend?]

[Fox Carrot: Second Aunt seems to have taken a huge job, saying something about not having to worry about funds for hundreds of years after this, and also said we should go see the world together.]

[Fox Carrot: Senior Sister? Please reply when you receive this.]

[Fox Carrot: Little Fox dozing.jpg]

……

Seeing this barrage of messages, Dorothy felt rather speechless.

This junior, obviously extremely socially anxious in real life, becomes such a chatterbox online.

[Fairy of the Forest: Okay, got it.]

[Fairy of the Forest: Dragon Nodding.jpg]

Having dismissed the junior, she checked the remaining message, which was from Senior Mia.

[I’m Not Interested in Money: Little Fairy, I need to take leave from the club for a few days. I’ve got a business deal that requires my personal attention, and it might take a few days’ business trip.]

Dorothy: “…..”

…The homebody witch was lost in thought…