"Magic mirror, magic mirror, within the Witch Academy resides a witch of unparalleled beauty, whose talents shame the scholars and whose crownless power subjects even the mightiest to bow down. Who is this witch?"
"Hmm, right, of course, it's me, Dorothy!"
The next morning, at the highest floor of the Tower of Shine, the little witch, having just awakened, followed her routine by starting her day in front of the mirror.
In front of her, the vanity mirror reflected a sickly beauty whose frowning softness melted hearts.
Regrettably, in the next moment, the beauty arched a brow, her face full of smugness.
"Ah, truly worthy of me. This pitiable little face, even I fall for it. That Lin Daiyu would be so envious she'd uproot weeping willows! "
The two beauties in the mirror gave each other a thumbs up, seemingly reaching a consensus.
However, after a slight excitement, Dorothy sank back into languor.