The upperclasswon who were asking questions had all left with satisfied expressions, leaving only Dina, the Club President of the Eye of True Sight society, behind.
"Miss, are you alright?"
Looking at the mistress whose face had turned sowhat pale, Dina asked with a mix of concern and embarrassnt.
It was all because of that immature Bersa (Admin Sister) that things went awry. If the mistress needed her, she should have just inford her directly. Instead, that careless girl barged in with, "Club President, the mistress is looking for you."
Sigh, that girl Bersa is a Minotaur template Witch. Minotaurs are among the many subraces of Orcs that often give rise to Shamans, with considerable bonuses to spellcasting, which is quite useful.
The only problem is that after evolving with this racial template, the side effects tend to include becoming busty yet brainless, appearing sowhat simple-minded and rash, along with their naturally loud Minotaur voice.
Well, at that mont, it wasn't just Dina, the Club President, who knew that the mistress had arrived—the entire club found out, and then things spiraled out of control.
Ever since the day before yesterday, when the mistress left after testing at the society's recruitnt booth, this society, which should have been the most rational, scientifically minded, and scornful of theological beliefs, suddenly had a bunch of people pondering over theology.
Those bewitched folks were clamoring about how theology is the endga of science, saying things like "Once I believed in knowledge, but that was because foolish lambs haven't witnessed the wisdom of deities with their own eyes. From today on, I shall venerate the teachings of the mistress," and other preposterous notions.
Tsk, these guys are still too immature. Is this the extent of your pursuit of knowledge? Can't you be more composed like , your Club President?
These were the thoughts going through Dina's mind as she was heralded by the society mbers to be the Archbishop of the Divine Church of the Mistress.
But now that the deity had descended, even as the Archbishop, she couldn't prevent the devout followers from beholding the glory of the deity. She could only hope that the mistress wouldn't be scared off by their zeal.
After all, everyone in the society was quite the bookworm, consistently imrsed in their studies. They really weren't good at socializing; they were straightforward in their speech and actions, lacking the skill to "read the room." This was why people often said that most scholars of the Eye of True Sight had peculiar personalities.
Fortunately, the outco was positive. Although the mistress seed to be frightened at first, she wasn't angry. Instead, she patiently answered everyone's questions. Even Dina, who had been listening to the "Divine Sermon" as it unfolded, had gained a lot, increasingly realizing the depth of the mistress's knowledge.
Ah, how lucky I am to encounter soone like the mistress in my lifeti.
Dina reflected with emotion.
Of course, the so-called mistress being a deity was nothing but a joke, just a daily prank among Witches. No one seriously considered the little underclassman before them a deity. So when the mistress was holding her head, seemingly suffering from overexertion of the brain, Dina quickly took out a Magic Potion Box from her belongings.
"Please use this, mistress. You've overused your spiritual power just now; there's no need for you to push yourself so hard. You should still take care of your body."
Mortals who study those basic common sense subjects for too long can still suffer from ntal languor due to overexertion of the brain, let alone Witches who delve into mysterious knowledge that inherently possesses strength.
Understanding and digesting such esoteric and complex mystical and magical lore requires extensive consumption of spiritual power, and sotis even Witches with their profound spiritual power find such consumption hard to bear.
That's why scholars generally always have ntal Strength Recovery Potions on hand. This ti, the mistress was ntally exhausted because of these reckless mbers of her own society. As the social-emotional intelligence representative of the club, Dina felt naturally obliged to offer her gesture of support.
ntal Strength Recovery Potions were typically expensive, posing a considerable burden for ordinary scholars. Unless involved in urgent research where they couldn't afford to waste ti, they would consu these potions. Otherwise, most would prefer to endure headaches from a lack of spiritual power and recover slowly on their own.
But Dina certainly didn't lack magic potions; after all, the family she was born into, the Cecil Family, was a renowned Magic Potion Family in the Witch World, with a vast supply of various magic potions. She was able to study six out of the Nine Major Schools at a young age not only because of her own intelligence but also by relying on this endless consumption of potions.
Although Dina felt that the magic potions were not sufficient to repay the young lady for the teachings she had bestowed upon them, it was all she had to offer at the mont.
Not long recovered from a state of magic power depletion, Dorothy now felt overwheld as her spiritual power was drained once again. Thus, she didn't refuse the kind offer from Senior Dina, even though she really felt quite embarrassed by it.
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Alas, she had barely finished reaping the benefits from her seniors' coals, providing them with the least light in return, and now here was Senior Dina, willing to offer a ntal Strength Recovery Potion to help fix her overloaded firepower generator. What a purely charitable spirit that was.
While Dorothy loved a good freebie and was an old hand at scrounging, there were laws to such things. She disliked feeling indebted to others, reluctant to easily accept even gifts from her own mother, let alone from anyone else.
"Sigh, the hand that takes is softened by the hand that gives, no, I must repay this favor. The Eye of True Sight Club must beco a regular haunt," she thought. "After I get back and fully digest this bout of inspiration, I'll co and share the answers with the seniors. After all, it would be excessive to accept a book's price from soone and only give them a catalogue page."
Thinking this to herself, Dorothy opened Senior Dina's Magic Potion Box, and then, the impoverished Hobody Witch fell silent upon seeing the 999 cap of purple Highest-Level Spiritual Strength Recovery Potions it contained.
Her already overburdened brain, faced with the dazzling purple glow, ultimately crashed.
Wuwuwu, this was the first ti in her life she had seen so many High-Level Magic Potions. As soone who, out of sheer poverty, relied on lying flat and sleeping to naturally recover her spent spiritual power, she was an ultimate mber of the Hamster Party, never using even the lowest-cost spiritual power potions she crafted unless absolutely necessary.
She was profoundly aware of the world's disparities.
Silently and cautiously taking out a potion from the box and consuming it, she imdiately felt the Advanced Magic Potion's quick effect. Her brain, which had been throbbing painfully, now felt cool and refreshing as if it were enjoying a massage. It was very comfortable.
"Tsk, truly worthy of a High-Level Magic Potion. The potions I brew can't even compare, achieving only about half of this effect," she reflected, closing the Magic Potion Box and handing the rest back to Senior Dina.
However, as she pushed the box back, Senior Dina held onto it firmly and said, earnestly and fearfully,
"Miss, there's no need for courtesy. We only hope that you can visit us at the Eye of True Sight often. Your teachings have truly enlightened us significantly. We have no way to repay you other than to hope that these modest magic potions can soothe your weariness."
Dorothy: "...."
While it was hard to argue when soone put it like that, Dorothy still wanted to resist a bit, but Senior Dina didn't give her the chance to struggle.
"Miss, I don't know if there's a particular reason why you ca to see today, but please feel free to instruct . Whatever it is, as long as I can manage, I will do it," said the Archbishop with resolute certainty.
Today, if she didn't do sothing for the young lady, it would weigh on her conscience.
...The zealot yearned to offer her devotion...
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