"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 37: The Pain Witch of the Senior High School Student Doesn’t Understand

 
The witch reads for knowledge and to hone her spirit.
As their strength grows, the speed at which they absorb knowledge accelerates accordingly.
Right now, Jiang Cha gets a headache just from reading an academic text, but Myrtle can treat these books like light reading for leisure. That’s the difference.

“To be my apprentice, you need to have a strong spirit. Little one, take ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) it slow and work hard.”
With that, the girl holding a thirty-centimeter-thick book list was tossed out of the alchemy shop, looking dazed.
For her trip back, she opted for the fast and convenient public transportation—which was mostly free.
But compared to the Tianma bus that charges by distance, this so-called convenient public transport was far from comfortable.

“It’s just like the subway... and just as nauseating.”
She couldn’t remember exactly what subways were like anymore, but the description still lived on in her mind:
Crowded, hot, and noisy.
The witch’s “convenient” bus was a subspace rail car—a lower-class version of the commuter bus at the academy. Cramped, with only fixed drop-off points, it offered nearly the same experience.

Especially its low-grade aspect was hard for girls to accept.
Because the subspace track it activated wasn’t fully stable, you couldn’t even see scenery through the windows like with the commuter bus. Instead, all you saw was a swirling, chaotic hell of distorted colors.
“Hey~ First time riding the bus, missy?”
An office witch next to her teased with a playful tone. Jiang Cha was so dizzy she didn’t even have the energy to reply.

At least the only good thing was that Aislyn Witch Academy, as a top-tier witch school, was one of the main city stops—so no need to transfer.
“Ahhh... I need to make money... I have to make money...”
The black-haired, red-eyed beauty swayed like a zombie, mumbling constantly about her future goals.

She felt absolutely terrible.
Motion sickness was one thing, but the unstable subspace tunnel was overflowing with useless magical information. Her brain was working overtime, and just two minutes of commuting was enough to max out thirty of her thirty-four thought circuits.
There was no other way.

She had to activate her full-power inherent magic mode, forcing herself into a completely rational state to block out the pain.
‘Looks like I’ve found another good use for this... not that I ever wanted to rely on it.’
The changes brought about by inherent magic were far more than skin-deep.
The magic of absolute rationality was no joke. Jiang Cha could truly switch into a hyper-logical state, cutting off all emotional interference.
Even in daily life, her rational mind remained active behind the scenes.
On the surface, she seemed like any ordinary witch—she could laugh, cry, get shy, fall for people at the drop of a hat. But those were just emotions her brain had deemed harmless.

In truth, Jiang Cha was immune to panic, fear, obsessive love, and so on. Things like the suspension bridge effect had no impact on her whatsoever.
“Nooo... does this mean I’ll never find a girlfriend!?”
Emotional Jiang Cha started panicking. Rational Jiang Cha shut her up instantly.

‘Do you even want a girlfriend right now?’
‘...’
It’s like those gacha game players. Do they not know that spending money recklessly will ruin their budget? That fleeting joy often leads to long-term regret?

Of course they know—but they’re still lured in.
Jiang Cha, on the other hand, was the freeloader type: coldly calculating benefits, drawing only what she needed, never falling for temptations like limited packs or flashy banners.
When there's a true need, then she invests.

That was her life now.
“Oh my god, where did you get so many magic books, Chabao? Did you round up a library?!”
The golden-haired loli was dumbstruck when Jiang Cha pulled out stacks of magic books from her space ring.

Her own mother never spoiled her like this!
Jiang Cha just smiled brightly and nodded a little shyly.
“Mm, I found myself a rich woman~”

“What kind of rich woman gives out sixty magic books in one afternoon?! Can you introduce one to me?”
“...the red-light district.”
“Pfft—!”

Lina nearly sprayed her Coke all over the couch.
“Jiang Cha-chan, stop joking...”
He Qin sighed.

She wasn’t worried Jiang Cha would get scammed. After spending a few days together, she already knew this seemingly clueless girl was full of hidden schemes.
But she was worried Jiang Cha might scam others.
“It was Senior Sister Mephisto who introduced me to a master. You’ve heard of her, right, He Qin? It’s Master Myrtle.”

“Myrtle Karel? She’s an incredible witch.”
He Qin nodded, finally relieved.
Given Jiang Cha’s talent, it wasn’t surprising she was taken as a disciple. He Qin had heard some rumors about Myrtle too and was fairly familiar with her.

At least Jiang Cha didn’t go out deceiving people, right?
“What a lucky girl, Chabao~”
“I can lend you the magic book on transmutation. He Qin, here’s the one on spirituality. Anything you want?”

“Are you sure?”
The academy could teach them basic spells and made low-level books available in the library since it paid copyright fees.
Normally, witches didn’t buy full rights to a book—only usage rights—and those couldn’t be loaned out to others.

“These are all magic spells that Master created herself. I’m just letting my friends take a look. She won’t mind.”
“Of course, you can’t pass them on to anyone else, alright?”
“Of course.”

Although a master-apprentice bond between witches wasn’t necessarily as tight as a family relationship, the disciple was often considered something like a goddaughter, and under certain circumstances could even inherit from the master.
—I’m not the kind of goddaughter you can sleep with! If you’re thinking like that, go face the wall!
So, it wasn’t against any rules for Jiang Cha to lend Myrtle’s magic books to the others.
In fact, using a master’s resources to build connections and establish a social foothold was a tacit rule of witch society.

Some witches might not like it, but Myrtle clearly didn’t mind.
“I love you so much, Chabao! But forget the spellbooks for now. I’ve learned enough. Can I see your book list instead? I want to know if Master Myrtle has any unique insights.”
The golden-haired loli was so touched she kissed the girl hard on the cheek.
...That kiss may not have been purely out of gratitude.

“Sure. To be honest, I’m getting a headache over how to learn all this. I have to check my progress every month... It’s like I’m back in high school again. A pop quiz every three days, a big exam every week.”
“Senior year?”
“Let’s not talk about it.”

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