Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!" ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!
In the afternoon, Dorothy followed Sophia out the door; their pleasant moments of idleness had come to an end, and it was time to take care of some enrollment procedures.
Although she had already received the admission notice from Witch Academy, this did not mean she could freely choose to attend any school under its umbrella. It wasn't as simple as picking any school she wished to attend.
In fact, the academy would only guarantee placement in a school, ensuring you complete the basic compulsory education of 20 years. But everyone knows the quality of these assigned schools is not the best; they're usually at the bottom of the rankings and have very few applicants.
Therefore, any witch with even a bit of ambition wouldn't simply accept the allocation from the academy; they would choose their preferred school to apply to.