In the perception of a regular witch, spatial teleportation is nothing but an instantaneous event; their dull senses hardly register any additional sensation. Isn't it just as normal as naturally stepping forward to advance a little? There's nothing strange about that.
However, for witches with space-time talents like Dorothy, their too sensitive perception and special physique allow them to sense much more during spatial teleportation.
But this isn't entirely a good thing, because Dorothy's pitifully weak strength doesn't allow her to decide what she wants to receive and what she doesn't, forcing her to passively take it all in.
So, a flood of information would surge into her brain all at once, and, unfortunately, her strength and knowledge were not yet sufficient to digest and understand these space-time-related pieces of information. Cramming too much information into her head would leave her feeling like her brain was boiling, dizzy and lightheaded as if she had been thrown into a washing machine and spun wildly.
She still remembers the first time she underwent teleportation as a child, she almost died on the spot, and it took several weeks of lying in bed at home to recover. Luckily, she was a witch with a strong life force. Even as a youngling, she had a physical strength that surpassed the adult individuals of ordinary races, otherwise, she might not have survived.
However, as Dorothy's strength improved, this situation gradually got better. At least for her now, the effects of ordinary teleportation were no more than a bit of motion sickness, something she could endure and then move on from.
Yet, the journey from Sea Moon City to the Witch Academy was not the usual short-distance city transport, but a super-long-distance teleportation...
As a result, when the Dragon Witch and Angel Witch, the mentor and pupil, opened and closed their eyes and sensed the end of the teleportation, they looked over at Dorothy and were shocked to find a salted fish witch lying on the sofa with dead fish eyes.
Dorothy has passed out.
Mentor and pupil: "....."
The Angel Witch panicked, thinking something went wrong with the recent teleportation, that the young lady had encountered some accident, and was ready to cast dozens of Holy Light Healing Techniques, but the Dragon Witch stopped her.
"Hold on, Sophia, it's no use, just let her lie down for a while; although it's painful, it's beneficial for her."
The insight of the Peak Witch is not for nothing. For a high-level powerhouse like Euphilia, even if they don't have talents in space-time, their sheer power is enough to find alternative ways to make space-time submit to them.
The principle of mastering one law to master them all is just that.
So, with just one glance at her daughter's condition, Euphilia almost understood what had just happened. It wasn't anything serious; it was merely a case of "eating" too much too fast and suffering from a bit of "indigestion", nothing dangerous.
Although she could immediately alleviate her daughter's pain and wake her up, there was no need to. This self-digestion process was actually beneficial for Dorothy, as it forced her to passively delve deeper into the mysteries of space-time.
The Dragon Witch simply beckoned, causing her daughter's body to fly towards her. She let her daughter rest her head on her own lap and stroked her forehead to soothe her daughter's pained and somewhat distorted expression.
Looking down at her unconscious daughter, whose furrowed brows gradually relaxed under her gentle touch, the Dragon Witch's always arrogant and majestic face couldn't help but reveal a slight smile.
However, the lingering warmth at the back of her head confused her again; it seemed that this time it wasn't as painful as before, and she even had a decent dream while unconscious.
Then she looked around in a daze.
Ah... no good, why is it an unfamiliar ceiling and room again?
Did I just go through another transfer?
The still groggy mind suddenly sprang up with such a thought, scaring her enough to quickly look down at her lower half, and the result...
Tsk...
Looking at the two mountains blocking her view at chest level, Dorothy's mouth twitched slightly, somewhat regretfully.
I'm dying of laughter, I can't see anything at all.
That was unnecessarily exciting, then, nothing to worry about.
She thought blandly, but her expression quickly changed again.
Wait a second, haven't I always suppressed these two mountains with bandages?
Her gaze swept over to the messy pile of sealing bandages on the bedside table.
She looked down at her clothes again.
Well, hello, unfamiliar pajamas.
Shit, has my chaste purity gone just like that?
As she was self-pityingly clutching the bedsheets, the door to the room opened, and the pure white Angel walked in.
"Good morning, Miss, you woke up around the same time the teacher said you would."
ps: End of Volume One