Otaku Witch

Three days later, at Brust Academy's enrollment office.

As one of the Top Ten Famous Schools and a leading institution in the field of science research and the definitive powerhouse of the Alchemy Department and Architecture Department, it was only natural that the entrance to Brust was crammed with students eager to apply.

After all, applying was free of charge, and there was nothing to lose if you didn't get accepted, so why not give it a shot and consider it a life experience?

Many little witches arrived with this mindset.
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Therefore, the majority of witch students gathered in the open space in front of the enrollment office were quite relaxed, with only a tiny fraction who were seriously aiming to get into this school wearing solemn expressions, slightly tensed.

Of course, besides the academic overachievers, there were also the godlike scholars, who were leisurely and naturally waiting their turn, confident in their assured victory, naturally not the least bit anxious.

Just then, a disturbance suddenly broke out from the crowd behind.

"Wow, look, look, there's a beauty..."

"Tsk, what's so unusual about a beauty, who isn't one here? Hiss... it really is a beauty, so pretty...."

"Holy moly, such a stunner...."

"Sis, look at me, I'm super sweet...."

"Five minutes, I want all the information on this beauty...."

.........

After all, it's a school where young people gather, and at that age, adolescents are full of budding romance and always pay extra attention to attractive members of the opposite sex....

emmmm, okay, witches aren't afraid of the cold, as long as someone is good-looking, they like them, but of course, the ones that fit their aesthetic the most are still their fellow witch kin.

After all, there are no ugly witches, just attractive, very attractive, extremely attractive, and so on. The average beauty of witches is much higher than even the Elves, who are known for their universal beauty, and comparable to the flirtatious Angels of heaven.

But how do you put it, beauty is always relative, isn't it? Without an ugly comparison, how can one appreciate the rarity of true beauty?

So, when everyone is far from ugly, those who are just ordinarily attractive end up being considered average, and the very attractive ones can't really show off much, only the extremely attractive ones get to be called beauties, those universally acknowledged beauties must be of nation-toppling beauty.

As for those legendary beauties who are so stunning that they cause fish to sink and birds to fall from the sky, shy the moon and shame flowers to wilt...

emmmm, there aren't many of those among witches either.

Can't help it, a strong racial quality only raises the lower limit for witches, but reaching the upper limit still depends on individual fate.

And now, the beauty whose mere appearance caused a stir among witches must be at least of nation-toppling beauty, right?

Dorothy, who was mingling in the crowd, suddenly became interested too and turned to look in the direction of the commotion.

This time, the homebody witch was no longer hiding her face as tightly as before; after all, due to Sophia's massive scene three days ago, her previous country bumpkin image instantly made her a campus celebrity, she was the talk of the town.

Without saying more, just log onto the Magic Network, enter the Witch Academy's forum, and you'll see it flooded with threads like "Domineering Student Council President Falls for Country Bumpkin," "The Unassuming Cute Wife of an Angel," "The Unspectacular Me Can Also Be Famous Throughout the School," "Shocking, the Student Council President's XP is Like This," and so on, with major writers already using the incident as material for fanfiction.

Tsk, even the deities, you group of gossiping witches, must have some divine demeanor, please.

Dorothy recalled the curious glances of the student council members when she was handling procedures, their respectful manner as if she were the president's forbidden delight, and the super-efficient near-flight speed of processing....

All at once, the sparkle faded from the eyes of the homebody witch.

And so, for the past three days, she had been cooped up at home, daring not to step out, even the Magic Network had lost its appeal.

Who wants to go online only to see screens full of fanfics with themselves as the protagonist? Damn it, why the heck do I have to be portrayed as the recipient, the cute little wife, huh? At home, even the president only gets to obediently wash dishes in front of me, right?

Just thinking about the endless rumors made Dorothy shiver with anger even in her temperature-controlled room. Can't the world let us little witches stand tall for a change?

So, she could only turn her grief and anger into strength, diving headfirst into the Magic Web Grand Library to study.

Right, she had to grow vigorously and then dazzle everyone overnight. At that time, those guys would understand who was above and who was below.

Ugh, who the hell wants to be on top, I'm getting confused in my anger. Sophia and I are pure and clean, okay? As for that broken Angel who always sneers at me with those weird "Miss" taunts, whoever wants her can have her. If it weren't for giving face to Mother, I wouldn't even bother to take a second look at such people.

However, even though she didn't really want to go out anymore, today was the beginning of the Brust Academy enrollment exam, so Dorothy had to leave the house.

And because the heat from the incident three days ago hadn't died down, Dorothy changed her look to avoid drawing too much attention.

It helped that she'd always been fully armed when going out, so even if the unknown country-girl witch had become a celebrity at school three days ago, what did that have to do with me, Dorothy?

As for the problem of being too pretty to walk out safely, that wasn't a cause for panic, as she still had the Four Great Evil Techniques from her previous life.

It might be difficult to put on makeup to look good, but making oneself look ugly was easy peasy.

For today's exam, Dorothy—a straight man in her past life and a straight woman in this one—awkwardly put on makeup for half an hour in front of the mirror. Although this process could have been done with magic, with the Illusion Technique being the best Makeup Art, wouldn't going out with an illusion on your face clearly tell others there's something wrong with it?

Though most witches probably wouldn't bother to break your illusion, what if you encounter those who are nosy?

So, the most traditional makeup is more reliable after all, and witches still know how to apply makeup, right? This ancient craft has been passed down to the present day, with makeup merely upgrading from ordinary materials to various precious spiritual materials. Therefore, even the nosiest of witches wouldn't usually bother to intentionally splash someone with makeup remover.

Dorothy, a straight man in her last life and a straight woman in this one, wouldn't know a hammer from makeup, but her lack of makeup skills now became an advantage. After smearing things on her face haphazardly, she was utterly unrecognizable.

That messily permed and tangled hair looked like it had been randomly touched with a dye, resulting in a multicolored mess, heavy deathly red and black eyeshadow, weirdly attractive golden starry eyes with colored contacts, and the blatantly excessive glittery nail polish, topped off by tanning her skin to look like an overly sunbathed bronze color...

Well, what could go wrong with a kill-all-fashion approach—one that ended up strangely acceptable?

Looking at the spicy "black-skin beauty" in the mirror who turned out surprisingly alright, Dorothy fell into contemplation.

Wow, she really did try her hardest to disfigure herself, didn't she? Is this what they call "even a gunny sack looks like high fashion on a beautiful person"?

But no matter, at least her beauty level had downgraded from maxed out to just very attractive. She really tried her best.

Though looking like a bad-girl type that might attract attention and be treated like a weirdo by classmates is concerning, it's much better than being mistaken as the president's wife.

In the end, Dorothy was satisfied with her makeup and imprinted it into a spell. That way, next time she wanted to do her makeup like this, a snap of her fingers would get the cosmetics moving on their own.

After all, this makeup job was a random mess. If you asked her to take off the makeup and recreate it now, she wouldn't be able to do it herself. She definitely didn't want to go to school every day with a different face—that would be too weird.

Yep, this shall be the new magic of the Witch of the Forest, the Witch's Makeup Art.

Well, when she has time, she might as well invent the Witch's Four Dark Arts and probably earn a big load of Library Points.

In any case, Dorothy was still striving to be an ordinary little witch today.

But where there are people with social anxiety like her, there are also those with amazing social skills.

Dorothy turned her head and looked behind her at the commotion, beholding an endless beautiful scene.

Turtle, turtle, there really is a Succubus Witch, wait a second, what's with these fox ears and the nine tails?

Good grief, she's a mix of a Succubus and Foxfolk—her parents are pure genius! Is this what it takes to create a nation-toppling beauty?

Hey, you monster, dare you disturb my peace of mind!

With strong willpower, Dorothy forcefully shifted her gaze away from the fairy who could charm all living beings with her every word and gesture. She took a few deep breaths to calm her wildly beating heart, then silently moved to the back of the crowd, distancing herself from what seemed to be an incarnation of beauty and desire.

Tsch, such a person is an obvious source of trouble. My school life is already exciting enough; right now, I really can't get entangled with such a monster.

That's what she thought to herself.