The White Dragon Warship sped through the sky. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Inside the cabin, Dorothy and Senior Mia were calmly drinking tea, chatting, and nibbling on snacks, while nearby, Sitle was bouncing around the warship, looking here and there, with a face full of disbelief.

"Although the materials are a bit lacking, the design and performance—this truly is a warship."

After a long time, Elder Radiant Dragon finally paused her research, looking rather incredulously at the two young juniors across from her.

"Did you really make this with your own hands? Or use a bunch of construction scraps?"

She still couldn’t quite believe it.

This little warship was a real shock to her worldview. Since when did the threshold for warship building become so low? A few witch students, none even at the level of Great Witch, managed to handcraft a ship using materials that were just passable as construction scraps.

This is absurd, it’s as if someone said a few elementary students used hammers and scissors—the simplest tools—to handcraft an atomic bomb. Where does that leave those scientists?

Come on, books wouldn’t dare to write it like this; if they did, they’d surely be critiqued as having ridiculous plots.

Even though Witch World isn’t so scientific, Sitle, as an Alchemist Master, still had to say that this wasn’t magical at all.

What on earth do you all think a witch warship is? It’s the pinnacle of many skills within the Alchemy School, the brightest jewel in alchemy. Please show some respect; those alchemists who have struggled for years and end up not even qualified to tighten screws in the Shipbuilding Workshop are lamenting.

"Auntie, you’ve already asked this for the fifth time."

Mia, somewhat helplessly, put down her teacup and said.

She could understand her aunt’s astonishment. Although she participated throughout the making of the White Dragon Warship, when it was truly completed, she still had a surreal, dream-like feeling.

So, the witch warship was completed? It seems it’s not as difficult as legend says, almost as if you just need hands.

She really experienced such a feeling then.

Speaking of it, it’s amusing. After leaving Witch’s Home, Mia returned and gathered another batch of materials, attempting to recreate a warship herself, but...

Forget it, let’s not mention it. Her hands thought she knew, but her brain said she didn’t.

When making the White Dragon Warship, they were entirely following the directions of the Little Fairy, like an emotionless alchemy machine. The Little Fairy would instruct what to do, and they’d follow, but when she handled things personally without any guidance, Mia then realized her mind was blank, feeling a bit lost.

Some things she thought would simply work by assembling, believing order shouldn’t matter, but as she pieced it together, it had no response. Some places she thought she might improve slightly, but any adjustment led to a complete collapse. And more often, she knew the intention but lacked understanding—overall, it was just bewildering.

After personally experiencing several attempts and wasting materials, Mia finally understood why those Shipbuilding Workshops were so eager to hire shipbuilders.

It’s akin to the challenge the Battle Group faces where soldiers are many, but generals are few; shipbuilders are the Alchemy School’s generals, able to integrate alchemists from various schools of alchemy, letting each take on tasks they excel in, maximizing everyone’s talents to craft a witch warship, the ultimate weapon.

And her Little Fairy was the best shipbuilder.

On this point, Mia was already unwavering in her belief.

The Little Fairy is always like this, constantly creating miracles, bringing surprises.

Thinking of this, the Golden Princess turned to look at her loved one beside her, her gaze filled with undisguised affection.

Say no more, isn’t this aunt before her another miracle created by the Little Fairy?

Though when they initially set the gambit, Mia believed the Little Fairy would surely win, she also knew her aunt was difficult to deal with.

Despite her aunt not being good at business—practically a pig teammate—her strength and mysteriously self-assured stubbornness were hard to overwhelm.

In Mia’s plan, she didn’t expect to genuinely subdue her aunt, just aimed to keep her from causing trouble for a while, temper some of the old folk’s arrogance in the Golden Country, making them aware they aren’t easy to provoke now, which would already be enough.

However, the Golden Princess truly didn’t expect that within a mere day, her infamously stubborn aunt would be tamed by the Little Fairy, even switching sides to voluntarily become a worker at the future Warship Workshop.

Well, this kind of leadership, her Little Fairy was born for great things indeed.

And now, their destination was the Golden Country.

Although before the Golden Trial, Mia was convinced she could return home with pride afterwards, she never imagined the day would come so quickly; it’s only been a month or so, and she could already return in glory.

The Golden Princess lifted her head, looking through the warship’s porthole toward the approaching floating continent.

Golden Country, I’m back again.

And hearing her niece’s somewhat helpless response, Sitle also scratched her head.