The virtual Smart Mech Maid nodded and accepted the command.
Then, the previously silent warship engine began to roar. The Mana Furnace, personally created by senior Fanny and stuffed with a tentacle as fuel, started bellowing, and a massive flow of magic power began coursing through the Mana Pipeline, linking all parts of the warship.
The Angel's Wings-like sails unfurled, and a torrent of magic energy flames spewed forth from the propellers at the rear...
Amid the homebody witch's cheer, the warship smoothly ascended. The defensive formation of the sky island also opened a passage under Zero's command. Soon after, the flames from the propellers surged, and in the next instant, the "tiny" miniature warship had vanished from the sky island.
Soon, in the sky above the Witch Academy, the little witches, who had been flying leisurely, suddenly felt something woosh past them, and various exclamations began to ring out one after another.
"Damn, what was that just now?"
"Mother of magic, am I seeing things, or was that a warship?"
"You've gotta be kidding me, this is the Academy, not the front lines. Plus, warships are big, that thing just now was at most not over 30 meters long. When are warships ever that small?"
"Give me a break, that speed was light-speed, man. Who has a warship model that badass? That performance is definitely that of a real warship, probably some rich miner's custom ride."
"You bunch of noobs, too weak, huh? Can't even watch the show properly. Leave it to me. Although that warship was fast, it couldn't escape my Magic Eye. Here, this is what that warship just looked like."
"Damn, that's a cool-looking warship. I'm so jealous, I want a warship too."
"Boss, don't leave me behind, how can I live without you? Take me with you, boss, I can warm your bed."
Quickly, a bunch of posts started appearing on the Academy forum, with many capable witches, either with Magic Eye or special Pupil Skill, sharing photos and such. A group of Melon-eating Witches began fervently discussing in the forum who in the Academy was so awesome to have a miniature warship for a personal ride.
After all, this is the Witch World, and witches are a warlike race. Everyone is basically an arms enthusiast, and quickly, people began to speculate about the performance of that small warship and such.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Dorothy and the others. At this moment, the five witches were standing by the window of the warship, watching everything outside fly by in retreat.
Goodness, it really achieved superluminal flight. This toy, made just for fun, actually reached the performance pass mark for a standard warship?
Although it was just the pass mark for a Low Level warship, this warship was after all just a plaything handcrafted from building materials by a small five-person workshop one afternoon. If it's this good already, who needs a bicycle?
Suddenly, the other four turned their gaze simultaneously towards Dorothy.
Mother of magic, could she actually be a Shipbuilder capable of building warships single-handedly?
Even though they knew this person was not one to be judged by common sense, they were still so astonished they were nearly at a loss for words.
This was no ordinary person; she was practically a treasure that had become sentient. It was time to report her to the Council of Sages and arrange for the highest protective measures to guard her 24 hours a day. After all, any harm to her would be a loss for the entire Witch World.
"Zero, test the jump drive system. Let's jump straight to our destination, charge, charge, charge."
Only Dorothy seemed oblivious to her own significance, simply as excited as a big kid with a new favorite toy, continuing to issue orders.
"As you command, Family Head."
...Warship in jump transition...