Otaku Witch

It wasn't until Dorothy had walked a long way from the library that her face, hidden behind the mask, finally stopped being so red. Being caught in a mistake on the spot was quite overwhelming for someone with social anxiety like herself.

Naturally, with her wrong reasoning, she couldn't muster any spirit.

"So, Miss Ghost Mask, where shall we go next?"

She asked the young lady secretary beside her.

"Ah?"

However, it seemed that Miss Ghost Mask was a bit distracted at that moment. It wasn't until Dorothy waved her hand in front of her that she came back to her senses,

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Clown, I have been negligent."

After realizing her lapse, Miss Ghost Mask performed a skilled secret curtsey before speaking up.

"Let's go to the armory. It would be better to get equipped first."

At this moment, she was still not over the magic experiment performed by His Excellency the Clown. She too had exchanged for the Fireball Technique, a classic and handy low-level magic spell, but why were her fireballs only blue-green at best? How did His Excellency the Clown achieve that purple, even colorless fireball technique just now?

The young secretary was very curious.

After all, she was considered the most beautiful child in her village, constantly praised by the elders as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, and her academic performance always crushed her peers, even defeating some of her much older senior sisters; this made her quite proud.

But since leaving the village to join the Judgment Court, she found that geniuses were the least valuable commodity here. Not to mention the seniors who had worked for many years, even among the newcomers set to start the training with her, there were several who were as gifted as her.

And now, this new powerhouse before her was even more outrageous, not only starting off as a silver medal but also amazing her with that recent display of skill.

"Can the proficiency level of a spell slot actually be adjusted? But isn't the highest level Great Achievement? Could it be that was a Saint-level Fireball Technique? But generally, advancing to Saint level in any spell takes decades or even centuries, right?"

Miss Ghost Mask was curiously observing His Excellency the Clown from the corner of her eye.

Although witches' ages were hard to determine from their appearances and voices, judging by His Excellency the Clown's behavior and her intuition as a woman, she didn't believe he was one of those witches who were hundreds of years old trying to appear younger.

"It seems I was really sheltered staying in the village all the time. Is this what the world outside is like? There are so many formidable people."@@novelbin@@

"But it doesn't matter. This is more interesting. I must work hard and graduate from the upcoming training with excellent results. I heard that the top three in the special training can directly upgrade from Iron to Bronze Medal. Only by becoming an Elite Judge will I have a firm standing here."

The dream of becoming a fashionable big-city witch ignited within Miss Ghost Mask, and she was determined to outperform others for the sake of her dream.

Hmm, the first step to being the top, starting by taking good care of His Excellency the Clown, and she mustn't get distracted again, or her rating in the eyes of this silver medal great one might drop.

The secretary's heart tightened, and she began to lead the way earnestly.

In no time, the two had arrived at a huge warehouse. The moment Dorothy entered the warehouse, her eyes lit up with excitement and a bold idea popped into her head.

After all, weren't there just too many good things here?

Upon entering, shelves on the left were neatly lined with all kinds of alchemy weapons and high-level magic wands, while on the right, even more astounding, whole sets of witches' battle robes were hung in orderly rows.

Even though the styles of these battle robes were all the same, with black gold armor, black robes, and black capes, obviously standard issue, standard did not mean poor quality.

The Judgment Court, supported by the Council of Sages, had ample funds, and their standard internal equipment would be considered a premium if placed outside. Any of the lowest level-looking battle robes here could be sold for a small-sized sky island.

Slurp...

Having been financially tight lately, the nearly impoverished homebody Martial Soul felt her mouth watering at the sight; it was a good thing that the Masked Senior Sister was there to shield her face, sparing her the embarrassment of revealing such a discomfited expression.

"His Excellency the Clown, you can claim your newcomer benefits over there at the counter. The benefits include a set of battle robe, a magic wand, an alchemy weapon, and a standard tactical magic potion kit. Before making your selection, you can try them out, and if there is anything that needs to be modified, just let the counter know—they are all very professional Alchemist Masters."

Miss Ghost Mask explained carefully.

Dorothy followed the directions and approached a currently unoccupied counter. The counter's sister was a witch with a cat-like mask, and she seemed to be adjusting a sword-shaped magic wand.

The homebody witch didn't rashly interrupt; she didn't speak and simply stood there watching until, after about ten minutes, the cat-masked lady finished adjusting the sword staff she held, and then she spoke up.

"Beautiful craftsmanship."

She meant those words sincerely; after all, she had a bit of understanding of alchemy herself, and the cat-masked lady's skills had been impeccable, leaving Dorothy feeling somewhat inferior.

Although her theoretical knowledge was maxed out, the tactile feel for alchemy needed a lot of practice to develop. Like magic potions, alchemy is a money pit, a bottomless hole, and she was too poor to practice it.

Of course, because she was poor and couldn't afford to waste resources, she strove for perfection in every attempt, and her technique wasn't bad at all.

But the efficiency of this poverty-driven practice method wasn't as fast as those who invested a lot of money into their training.

So, does your armory need people? I'd like to come here to brush up on some practical experience.

The homebody witch thought to herself.

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Startled by Dorothy's praise, the cat-masked lady hurriedly put away the sword staff and apologized.

"Alchemist Black Cat at your service, please let me know how I can be of help?"

Miss Black Cat switched to business mode.

"I am here to collect the newcomer benefits. Here is my identity token."

Dorothy pulled out her token and handed it over, then looked at Miss Black Cat full of expectation.

Hmm, if I can claim 30 spells at once in the library, then surely three sets of equipment here wouldn't be too much?

Alas, her dream was quickly shattered.

Although Miss Black Cat seemed taken aback at the sight of her silver medal, she quickly scanned the token on a device beside her, and after checking the feedback from the machine, the alchemist addressed her.

"Your Excellency the Clown, the equipment you are currently entitled to includes a set of Grand Inquisitor's Robe, a high-level staff, a high-level alchemy weapon, and a set of tactical magic potion kit. Would you like to claim them now?"

Dorothy: "Tsk..."

Realizing she couldn't mooch any extras, the homebody witch clicked her tongue in slight disappointment and shivered with a feigned chill.

Although she hadn't really held out much hope to begin with, military units are usually strict about controlling issued equipment. Typically, upgrading equipment means you have to turn in the old gear, and any damage or loss of equipment requires a tedious report.

But after all, this was free loot, not personal arms exchanged for points, so she couldn't really complain.

"Yes, I'll claim them now."

Dorothy nodded and said.

"Alright, if you would please follow me."

...Miss Black Cat rose to lead the way...