Otaku Witch

"Phew, that scared me to death, but it was quite thrilling,"

Dorothy took out her beloved thermos from her bag and took a sip of ginseng and goji berry tea to calm her nerves.

On her shoulder, the little Juvenile Dragon that had just worn itself out with too much frolicking had once again fallen asleep with loud snores, and a cute bubble formed at its nose, expanding and contracting rhythmically.

The little creature had just been trying so hard to lose weight that it completed in less than five minutes the journey that normally took three to four hours by broom flight. That speed was truly terrifying.

That wild dash had reminded Dorothy of the thrill and excitement of riding a roller coaster in her previous life, her adrenaline surging so high that she, utterly unprepared at first, screamed in horror repeatedly. Luckily, a witch's adaptability is not negligible; after the initial panic, the homebody witch managed to adjust her breathing and calmed down.

Only the strength of a dragon can harness the dragon's speed.

When Dorothy switched to Dragon's Breath breathing mode, the Great Dragon's power coursed through her body. Linked by contract and magic power, she and Fafnir seemed to merge into one entity. The view, which had been a blur due to the high speed, became gradually clearer.

Her eyes, once enchanting and captivating like those of a deadly beauty, suddenly sharpened, the dark pupils turning into the gold vertical pupils of a wild beast, with flickers of crimson light dancing within them.

[Dragon's Eye: The eyes are the windows to the soul, with a dragon's eyes containing the majesty of Dragon-types. Your vision is greatly enhanced, granting a certain level of immunity to visual impairment abilities, and those who meet your gaze will be subjected to suppression by Dragon's Might...]

Well, that excitement had sparked a new specialty. But this wasn't surprising, since after reconciling with her mother and no longer suppressing Dragon's Breath, Dorothy's dragonization progressed much faster than before. Acquiring a new Dragon specialty at this time was to be expected.

However, having awakened the Dragon's Eye this time, she was quite thrilled; after all, she, who had yet to fully outgrow her "second adolescence," had long envied those with Magic Eyes.

Who could resist a pair of eyes with special abilities?

Strictly speaking, Dragon's Eye could not be considered a Magic Eye; it was just a normal dragon eye, far from as powerful and rare as those true Magic Eyes. Yet, it was enough to satisfy Dorothy for the time being—at least from now on, when she declared, "My eyes seal the power of the Magic Dragon," she wouldn't just be boasting.

Awesome, I can release Dragon's Might with my eyes. I'll think about some complementary Pupil Skills to play with later on.

Fear arises from the unknown, from a feeling of powerlessness, but when one's vision keeps up with the rapid pace and brings everything within grasp, Dorothy's fear dissipated, and she thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of high-speed flight.

Yep, this is way better than teleporting.

Only...

"Malika Street number 66? Could there be some mistake here?"

Standing at the doorstep of her destination, Dorothy scratched her head, feeling inexplicably timid.

The sky island Dorothy had purchased was a small one hidden in the shadows between the many commercial sky islands of the bustling district, which meant her neighbors were naturally right in the midst of the busy area.

She didn't have a problem with that. However, she had assumed that Professor Ruthfiel, being an academic, would probably run her own little business, like a bookstore or something. But...

"Fallen Night"

Looking at the large, luxurious, and imposing building before her, with its brightly lit advertising sign, and then at the various otherworldly races' brothers and sisters dolled up but in tattered clothes at the entrance, along with the guests who weren't shy to hug and embrace them directly, the homebody witch fell into deep thought.

Hey, can you really find a serious professor in this kind of place?

Dorothy, not quite convinced, double-checked the address to make sure she hadn't gotten the wrong door. After confirming she was at the right place, she looked up at the sky and felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her.

Dammit, isn't there something wrong with a nightclub for witches, a species composed entirely of women?

The innocent homebody witch thought to herself. Even just standing at the entrance, she noticed the majority of patrons were witches, with surprisingly few from otherworldly races. On the rare occasion that one appeared, they typically sought out their own kind, looking for a fun time with the brothers and sisters of their race. It seemed that only the witches were open-minded, indifferent to gender, not bound by race.

Dammit, are witches such a non-discriminatory race?

And isn't this supposed to be Witch Academy? You little witches who haven't even graduated yet, is it really okay for you to be such party animals? Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

Even though she had lived two lifetimes, Dorothy still felt quite out of place in such settings. After all, she had been a pure-hearted homebody guy in her last life and now she was a pure-hearted little homebody girl; places like this were never meant for her. Social anxiety made it challenging for her to even think about going in—not to mention actually stepping inside. She felt embarrassed just glancing at the sign while walking past it.

But since the person she was looking for today was inside, she didn't really have a choice.

"Alright, Dorothy, be brave, we're going in now,"

the homebody witch patted her cheeks to psyche herself up, but when it was time to actually move forward, she felt inexplicably timid.

Dammit, Sophia, why would the person you recommend be in a place like this? Are you familiar with such places? I misunderstood you.

Dorothy inwardly ranted about her roommate. She truly hadn't expected the seemingly pure and flawless Angel Witch to be such a party animal behind the scenes, having friends in places that would make one blush, wondering how many times she secretly visited here by herself.

"Little sister, is this your first time here? I've seen you standing at the door for quite a while, don't be shy. Big Sister will show you some fun stuff inside."

Just as the homebody witch was hesitating whether to enter or not, a voice suddenly spoke beside her.

Startled, Dorothy looked up and saw a shabbily dressed hostess who had somehow appeared next to her.

This was an impressively tall Centaur Girl, probably close to three meters tall—a true representation of 'tall, dark, and handsome,' completely overshadowing the 1.75-meter-tall homebody witch by her waist height.

And speaking of waist...

Awesome, worthy of a wild Centaur Girl, those abs are fabulous.

"Um, I don't think it's a good idea, Big Sister. I'm just going to take a look, not go inside. It's my first time, you know, I don't have much experience,"

Dorothy said demurely.

"No worries, Big Sister will teach you well. Come on, follow me inside. It's quite spacious, we can have fun together. If you get tired, you can rest right there."

The seemingly hearty Centaur Big Sister laughed heartily at the sight, her laugh full of vigor, causing ripples of laughter around them. She reached out, scooped the homebody witch onto her back effortlessly, and with a kick of her hooves, flung open the doors to a new world for Dorothy.

...The homebody witch rides a horse...