Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Rika Asaba did not go to school today.

It wasn't that she skipped class; after all, today was the day of the freshman entrance exam, and the whole school was closed. The upperclassmen either went to the site to volunteer or stayed in their dormitories watching the exam live stream on MikuFans.

Rika Asaba belongs to the latter category.

Her roommate left early in the morning, leaving behind a box of matcha-flavored sandwich cookies and a note on the table before leaving, which said there was milk in the refrigerator, so she could heat it up herself.

Rika Asaba flipped the sticky note over and drew a cat giving the middle finger on the back. Then she continued to lie on the bed, wrapped in the blanket like a cocoon, with only half of her face and a hand holding her phone showing.

MikuFans' homepage has been dominated by content related to the Tsuki no Mori entrance exam.

The top trending topic was the examiner's guessing game, the second was the Blue Flame Witch signing autographs on site, and the third was the addition of a new member to the Flesh and Blood Magic after four years.

Rika Asaba wasn't interested in the first two, but she knew all too well what was hidden behind Primura's disgusting smile.

When she participated in the martial arts competition that year, it was Primula who set the questions. That S-class dragon chased her for two whole hours. She barely made it into the top ten by relying on her [Causality] talent to predict the trajectories of the dragon's breath three times.

She has never forgiven Primula for this incident, nor has she forgiven herself for thanking Primula after the exam.

She clicked on the third trending topic and was then automatically redirected to a live stream by the platform.

The footage was shaking violently, and it was clear that the person holding the camera was standing on tiptoe, struggling to maintain their balance in the crowd.

The camera pans over the shoulders of several witches and focuses on the flowering trees at the edge of the playground, where four people are standing.

Violet, Primula, Sietha, and a girl with a red flower in her hair—Rika Asaba recognized her as Beshino, the legendary flesh-and-blood magic teacher who lived in the back mountains.

Then the camera shifted slightly behind Bie Chenye, capturing a light golden head, the collar of a windbreaker, and a pair of hands pulling the hood down.

The comments are scrolling at a dazzling speed.

[Academician Violet, I like you!]

[Teacher Xiaoxi looks beautiful today too]

[Wait, is that the freshman behind Chen Ye?]

[Yes! I saw it! Light blonde hair!]

[She snatched the teacher's hat and wore it; it was so cute!]

[The little maid! Isn't that the little maid from the trending topics?]

[That's the one about Academician Meredith's lap pillow that went viral before!]

[Holy crap, it really is her!]

So she came to test her skills in Moon Forest? Seriously?

[The little maid is so cute~]

Rika Asaba tilted her head.

She zoomed in on the live stream, dragged the screen with two fingers, and zoomed in on the little figure wearing a hat in the corner.

The pixels are a bit blurry, but the facial features don't lie.

Honey-colored eyes, a round face, short light blonde hair, and that ever-present expression that seemed to be secretly plotting some mischievous idea—she had seen that face far too many times.

Since seeing her faint under the table at Yunxi Pavilion last time, Asaba Rika really didn't expect to see her again.

"That's really interesting."

Rika Asaba pulled the blanket up to cover her chin.

"That carefree guy actually managed to get into Moon Forest."

The comments section was still scrolling wildly.

Go, little maid!

I love my little maid!

[Chasing after them from Nightingale's Nest +1]

Who is this little girl? Why is even Teacher Bie Chenye personally mentoring her?

Can someone explain who this little maid is? Am I using 2G?

Rika Asaba saw the last comment and let out a soft hum.

She was genuinely a little surprised.

She originally thought this little maid was the type who made a living by being cute, trending on social media for using a lap pillow on Nightingale's Nest, topping the morning charts on MikuFans for drawing doujinshi, and earning extra money by acting as a fake girlfriend at a noble family banquet.

These are things that can be achieved simply by having good looks and luck.

But the Forest of Moonlight is different.

The entrance exam for Moon Forest only considers strength, especially the martial arts exam. In the magical space, no one will show mercy just because their opponent is cute.

If she remembered correctly, Miya had mentioned at the banquet that she had never even touched a wand.

A little guy who had never even touched a magic wand appeared at the martial arts tournament in the Moon Forest just half a month later. What happened in between is something Asaba Rika doesn't know yet, but she really wants to know.

She switched her phone screen back to the MikuFans homepage and clicked on the Tsuki no Mori official account.

The martial arts test has not officially started yet, and the official live broadcast room is currently showing a grayed-out "coming soon" status, but the list of candidates has already been announced.

She flipped to the Flesh and Blood Magic major section and wrote only one name.

Miya.

"Miya?"

Rika Asaba read the name aloud.

No way, damn it.

She opened her following list and clicked on a verified account with the same name, Mi Ye, which hadn't updated in almost a month.

Holy crap?

She exited the list and sent a message to her roommate.

"After the exam starts, keep an eye on the live stream of the flesh magic major candidate and send me their number."

My roommate replied with a question mark immediately.

"Didn't you say you were going to sleep all day today?"

"The plan has changed."

After typing those four words, Asaba Rika placed her phone face down next to her pillow, turned over, picked it up again, and opened an encrypted note in the memo app.

This notebook has no title, only a number, and contains all the information about Mi Ye that she deduced using her [Causality] talent.

She added a new line at the bottom, seemingly featuring the little maid herself, then saved it, locked the screen, placed the phone next to her pillow, and closed her eyes.

"What the hell is that thing?"

She muttered to herself, staring at the ceiling, doubting her own reasoning talent for the first time in her life.