"Name?"
Witches always had a strong sense of time, so the candidates didn't have to wait too long. When the scheduled recruitment time arrived, the staff at the enrollment office were all in place and began receiving the candidates.
Dorothy queued up among the crowd, slowly moving forward and soon it was her turn.
The enrollment officer receiving her was a round-faced witch with glasses, who looked quiet and cute. She glanced at Dorothy's overly unrestrained Gothic makeup with a hint of a teacher's aversion to a badly dressed student, but ultimately she remained professional and said nothing more, simply proceeding with the process.
"Dorothy."
Dorothy gave her name.
"Age?"
"16"
"Major applied for?"
"Automated Mechanical Civil Engineering."
"Huh?"
The officer looked up in astonishment, her expression turning odd as she glanced at Dorothy.
"Are you sure?"
She asked for confirmation once again.
"Yes, I'm certain."
Dorothy nodded affirmatively.
So the officer didn't say anything more; the self-regulating recording quill beside her swiftly completed a document, and finally the officer stamped it and handed the application document to Dorothy.
"Follow this guide map, your examination venue is already marked. It's a bit out of the way. Can you find it?"
Ten minutes later, when Dorothy finally found the inconspicuous little house that was rigorously hidden among tall buildings, as indicated on the map, she began to doubt whether she had come to the wrong place upon seeing the yard crowded with people.
She took a few steps back and saw that the tiny gate had "Automated Mechanical Civil Engineering Major" written on it, indeed.
But something was off. What happened to the niche major that no one chose? The popularity here seemed anything but niche.
Dorothy was bewildered, and as she mustered the courage to walk into the yard, she suddenly had an epiphany.
"Damn, why am I running into that pesky Little Fairy again?"
Seeing the Succubus Witch in the center of the yard, whose every move and word radiated charm and natural seductiveness, Dorothy felt utterly drained.
Really, miss? With talent like yours, you should be studying Illusion Technique in the Spirit System rather than slumming it here.
What happened to the major that no self-respecting 'dog of the earth' would touch?
And looking at the others who were ostensibly perusing their application paperwork while actually sneaking glances at the pretty miss from the corners of their eyes, Dorothy felt a chill.
You guys, what's the deal with your major selection? This is a serious life decision. Can't you have a bit of independence? How can you just follow the pretty miss because she's attractive? This is way too capricious. What do you think this school is?
But upon scanning the crowd, Dorothy was speechless.
Forget it, most of these people's Magic Power was comparable to hers, just barely meeting the 10,000 Mana threshold. With such levels, they're generally not admitted into top schools. These rascals are just here for a day tour of a famous school, trying their luck out of curiosity.
No wonder they seemed so casual about choosing a major; they knew they wouldn't be admitted, so they just came to sneak extra glances at a beauty.
On the other hand, that pretty mixed-race miss looked like a fairy, and her Qi was very strong, Dorothy even felt it was no less than Sophia's.
Forget it, not only is she beautiful, but her talent is also so monstrous. She's definitely a real Monster, but big shot, why on earth would you want to slum it with a talent like that? Isn't that beneath you? Experience exclusive tales on empire
At that moment, Dorothy suddenly understood how her mother Euphilia felt when faced with her ungrateful self.
This was truly the frustration of the towering expectations not met.
With talent like that, instead of expanding territory for the Witch World on the battlefield, or even becoming a high-ranked government official or a scandal-causing Demon Consort during troubled times, you're here learning to grout?
Tsk, with such a Monster of a classmate, my days ahead are going to be rough.