In the perception of a regular witch, spatial teleportation is nothing but an instantaneous event; their dull senses hardly register any additional sensation. Isn't it just as normal as naturally stepping forward to advance a little? There's nothing strange about that.
However, for witches with space-ti talents like Dorothy, their too sensitive perception and special physique allow them to sense much more during spatial teleportation.
But this isn't entirely a good thing, because Dorothy's pitifully weak strength doesn't allow her to decide what she wants to receive and what she doesn't, forcing her to passively take it all in.
So, a flood of information would surge into her brain all at once, and, unfortunately, her strength and knowledge were not yet sufficient to digest and understand these space-ti-related pieces of information. Cramming too much information into her head would leave her feeling like her brain was boiling, dizzy and lightheaded as if she had been thrown into a washing machine and spun wildly.
She still rembers the first ti she underwent teleportation as a child, she almost died on the spot, and it took several weeks of lying in bed at ho to recover. Luckily, she was a witch with a strong life force. Even as a youngling, she had a physical strength that surpassed the adult individuals of ordinary races, otherwise, she might not have survived.
However, as Dorothy's strength improved, this situation gradually got better. At least for her now, the effects of ordinary teleportation were no more than a bit of motion sickness, sothing she could endure and then move on from.
Yet, the journey from Sea Moon City to the Witch Academy was not the usual short-distance city transport, but a super-long-distance teleportation...
As a result, when the Dragon Witch and Angel Witch, the ntor and pupil, opened and closed their eyes and sensed the end of the teleportation, they looked over at Dorothy and were shocked to find a salted fish witch lying on the sofa with dead fish eyes.
Dorothy has passed out.
ntor and pupil: "....."
The Angel Witch panicked, thinking sothing went wrong with the recent teleportation, that the young lady had encountered so accident, and was ready to cast dozens of Holy Light Healing Techniques, but the Dragon Witch stopped her.
"Hold on, Sophia, it's no use, just let her lie down for a while; although it's painful, it's beneficial for her."
The insight of the Peak Witch is not for nothing. For a high-level powerhouse like Euphilia, even if they don't have talents in space-ti, their sheer power is enough to find alternative ways to make space-ti submit to them.
The principle of mastering one law to master them all is just that.
So, with just one glance at her daughter's condition, Euphilia almost understood what had just happened. It wasn't anything serious; it was rely a case of "eating" too much too fast and suffering from a bit of "indigestion", nothing dangerous.
Although she could imdiately alleviate her daughter's pain and wake her up, there was no need to. This self-digestion process was actually beneficial for Dorothy, as it forced her to passively delve deeper into the mysteries of space-ti.
The Dragon Witch simply beckoned, causing her daughter's body to fly towards her. She let her daughter rest her head on her own lap and stroked her forehead to soothe her daughter's pained and sowhat distorted expression.
Looking down at her unconscious daughter, whose furrowed brows gradually relaxed under her gentle touch, the Dragon Witch's always arrogant and majestic face couldn't help but reveal a slight smile.
She had fantasized about such a scene over a decade ago when she was pregnant, hoping to be a gentle mother, hugging her little girl to sleep each day, spending more ti with her, watching her grow up day by day.
But she never expected to see her daughter, whom she had carried for five years, grow so big in the blink of an eye.
Although there was inevitably a hint of regret in her heart for not being able to witness her daughter's growth, it was also good in a way. Isn't she healthy and turning out well?
That's enough.
And she will not miss out on her daughter's even brighter and more splendid future; she will witness it all herself.
On one side, the Angel Witch quietly observed the warm daily life of mother and daughter, especially when she saw the gentle and content smile on her teacher's face that she had never seen before, Sophia felt a bit sad, a sense of loss dimming her gaze.
Then, looking at the foolish young lady enjoying the knee pillow experience that she had never had, lying on the teacher's lap, the Angel Witch's mouth twitched.
Heh, indeed, this young lady is truly annoying, and we are just naturally at odds with each other.
I'm sorry, teacher, but I think I should be under the car, not in it.
So, in the carriage, there was warmth on one side, and lemons on the other.
Outside the carriage, a bustling world that was beyond the imagination of mortals unfolded.
This was a world belonging to young witches, where innocent and pure witch students gathered, bringing with them the vigor and positivity of youth.
This was a world belonging to seekers of knowledge, where erudite scholars and knowledge chasers t, their ideas and wisdom colliding to fill this place with unknown possibilities.
This was a world belonging to Dream Chasers, where individuals from the Myriad Tribes who thirsted for progress and refused to settle for diocrity used all ans possible to co here, all to pursue the elusive opportunities of their dreams.
The luxurious carriage erged from the Portal, and as soon as it entered the port, the entrance to the massive urban cluster in the distance could be seen, marked by the shining, huge characters of its greeting sign.
"Welco to Witch Academy, where vitality, knowledge, and dreams converge. May you set sail from here to the colorful future that belongs to you."
..........
"Huh... this damn aftereffect of transportation."
The sleeping witch suddenly woke up, with Dorothy sitting up straight.
However, the lingering warmth at the back of her head confused her again; it seed that this ti it wasn't as painful as before, and she even had a decent dream while unconscious.
Then she looked around in a daze.
Ah... no good, why is it an unfamiliar ceiling and room again?
Did I just go through another transfer?
The still groggy mind suddenly sprang up with such a thought, scaring her enough to quickly look down at her lower half, and the result...
Tsk...
Looking at the two mountains blocking her view at chest level, Dorothy's mouth twitched slightly, sowhat regretfully.
I'm dying of laughter, I can't see anything at all.
That was unnecessarily exciting, then, nothing to worry about.
She thought blandly, but her expression quickly changed again.
Wait a second, haven't I always suppressed these two mountains with bandages?
Her gaze swept over to the ssy pile of sealing bandages on the bedside table.
She looked down at her clothes again.
Well, hello, unfamiliar pajamas.
Shit, has my chaste purity gone just like that?
As she was self-pityingly clutching the bedsheets, the door to the room opened, and the pure white Angel walked in.
"Good morning, Miss, you woke up around the sa ti the teacher said you would."
ps: End of Volu One
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