"Shipbuilding Qualification Certificate? You got it so quickly."

Dorothy looked up at Sophia with some surprise.

No wonder the housekeeper and Mother Dragon have been out of sight these past days, they were busy handling the procedures.

Although the Yemengade Family originally had the shipbuilding qualification, reapplying after the revival makes it relatively easier compared to others, but it still involves a lot of paperwork.

Moreover, with the Witch World's lax organizational structure and the Eternal Species' famously slow efficiency, if Dorothy had to handle these procedures herself, she felt she would probably wear out her legs.

Of course, she might more likely lose her temper, pull out her Judgment Order, and enter Grand Inquisitor mode to conduct surprise inspections on those damned auditing departments' discipline issues.

But with Sophia around, these tedious chores were not something she had to deal with, she could always trust her capable housekeeper's abilities.

"It was because of the teacher's reputation, I just did some insignificant errands."

Seeing Dorothy's surprised expression, the Pure White Witch's smile widened, but she still maintained her calm tone.

"Haha, insignificant enough to stay up every night writing various application forms and registration papers?"

A mature, authoritative voice suddenly sounded.

"Uh, Mother Superior, what brings you here."

"Teacher, what are you saying."

At the sound of this voice, Dorothy and Sophia turned back simultaneously to see a somewhat weary Euphilia walking in from the doorway.

It was clear that Mother Dragon hadn't been idle these past days either, but judging from the smile on her face, her mood was quite good.

"Dorothy, you're really enjoying being the boss, aren't you? You don't care about anything and just wander around. Sophia has been dealing with everything for you."

The Dragon Queen chided her daughter with a bit of frustration.

This girl is really enjoying leadership; her secretary does everything, and she doesn't even fill out a registration form herself.

"Teacher....."

Beside her, the Pure White Witch, who was still maintaining a cool demeanor, couldn't hold it any longer. She only had no power against Mother Dragon, who was like a mother to her, so she had to speak anxiously, with a hint of coquettishness.

"Alright, alright, you silly girl, keep hiding your efforts and you'll regret it later."

Seeing her disciple's embarrassed look, Euphilia had to let it go and said this.

To someone with a military-style approach like her, merit deserves reward and fault warrants punishment. It's that simple and clear. Such girlish shamefulness doesn't exist in the iron-willed worldview of the Dragon Queen.

Dorothy: "..."

Oh dear, who can withstand your approach.

The Homebody Witch was dumbfounded by her mother's domineering words; she wanted to comment on Mother Dragon's solitary fate, but considering her own bizarre life, she remained silent.

Yes, who really falls in love with a true tyrant CEO; it's all just for reproduction anyway. Pick a target, sign a contract, and empty the magazines to get it done. It's straightforward; only the weak engage in minor squabbles.

Can't learn, Mother Dragon's methods are too advanced, she couldn't grasp any of them.

But I'm not really a fool, of course, I know Sophia's hard work.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore, alright."

Seeing the two kids getting anxious, Euphilia had to change the topic.

Though Mother Dragon still thought young people's bickering was a hassle, she had been eavesdropping on their mutual banter at the door. If they truly were as bold as their words, she could already prepare a new generation, that'd be great.

Hmm, she wished she could give each of these two slowpokes a punch and send them straight to the bridal chamber.

The Dragon Queen thought to herself.

However, when Euphilia turned and saw the workshop warehouse filled with warship materials, she nodded with some surprise.

Looks like her daughter hasn't been idle these days, gathering warship materials is no easy task lately.

Mother Dragon was somewhat impressed.

After all, she was aware that the Four Great Warship Workshops were crazily sweeping goods these days. She was too busy with the shipbuilding qualification certificate to focus on other matters, intending to ask a few old friends if she could "borrow" some materials when done. Now it seems there's no need for trouble.

"Where did you get so many materials? Isn't that girl Mia out of power already?"

Euphilia asked curiously.

And just as she asked, a voluptuous and charming figure walked over from the workshop.

"Miss, the alchemic smelting preparations are about done; we can start any time."

Miss Sitle, the newly appointed head of metallurgy at Stars Industry, made her brilliant appearance. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

However, as the glamorous woman had just finished speaking, she saw Euphilia looking at her in surprise, and her expression turned slightly awkward.

Oops, how should she address her?

As an ancient witch over ten thousand years old, Sitle was undoubtedly Euphilia's senior, given that the latter wasn't even a tenth of her age.

But witches spoke with strength, and in terms of status and position, Mother Dragon, the emerging talent, had surpassed Sitle, leaving the veteran in the dust.

Though debate raged in the Dragon Kingdom on who between Sitle and Euphilia was the top peak, most believed Sitle, with her years of experience, was the stronger. Her deep foundation couldn't be ignored.

Yet the Elder Radiant Dragon knew herself; true talents defied logic. Foundation mattered to ordinary folks, but as the classic example of Lord Demon King showed, nearly invincible at fifty, it hardly applied to all.

Euphilia might not be as exaggerated as Lord Demon King, but at just over two hundred, she left many veteran Gold Coin explosions in her wake.

Sitle knew she was among those exploded for coins; even amid Dorothy's goading, she declared she wasn't afraid of the Dragon Queen. But it was all bravado.

In reality, even though they never fought, strong figures could gauge each other's strength.

About forty years ago, when debates on the two's ranking began, Sitle considered meeting her junior, but her focus on minting cost her decades.

When she finally sought a challenge, Euphilia was returning victorious from a world conquest. From afar, this junior caught her eye.

One look was enough; the Elder Radiant Dragon silently retreated.

Fight? What fight?

As an exceptional Peak, Sitle could hold her own against Sages, meaning she might exchange blows and escape without instant defeat, having a chance for self-preservation.

But the pressure this junior exerted rivaled typical Sages.

The Elder Radiant Dragon realized this junior might well rival Sages in combat, a true monster.

Some are Peaks because they don't meet Sage thresholds; others are Peaks through choice, avoiding Sage paths—the difference is day and night.

Thus, she abandoned thoughts of challenge.

As a coin-minting Alchemist Witch, peace suits her; no need for violence among artisans.

Little did Sitle know, her defeat wouldn't come from this formidable junior, but from the junior's daughter.

Now, reuniting, the situation grew truly awkward.

"Miss Sitle? How are you here, and looking so... um, young?"

Mother Dragon asked with simple surprise.

Yet at the question, the Elder Radiant Dragon covered her face in response.

The truth of being bested into servitude to her daughter was unspeakable.

Oh, just kill me now.

.... Sitle was embarrassed .....