Anything for Points: Wiyu Witchcraft Wrecks Two Elective Classes
Wiyu Witchcraft, the Witchcraft girl who'd do anything for points, had successfully destroyed two liberal arts classes. While her classmates were starting a trend of gifting nutritional supplements in hopes that their professors would recover safely...
The next target had been selected—not by lottery as the [Divination] professor's sacrificial lamb, but through sheer misfortune.
Hearing the news, the professor had desperately tried to rouse the comatose instructor, shouting, "Professor Vermilio!!! Wake up!!!"
But even a cleric wielding divine magic couldn't solve every problem in the world.
And so, Wiyu Witchcraft arrived to learn [Theological Studies], along with the advanced linked class combining [Divination] and [Divine Magic]: [Divine Revelation].
It was the worst possible matchup for a witch, and one had to wonder if someone contracted to Hell's warlord as a familiar was even allowed to take the class.
"Please take good care of me, Alice Bukureshti senior!!"
"No, this is a scam!! Where's the pretty, cute, lovable big-boobed virgin beauty?!?!"
"Strictly speaking, if we ignore the self-proclaimed 'guy' part, I guess that describes me."
"Tch, coming from a dark-skinned girl who looks like she'd taste like milk chocolate if you licked her, I've got nothing to say."
Bukureshti sighed, realizing the professor had paired them up simply because they were both witches.
She didn't forget to poke her horn against Wiyu to check her virginity status—and smiled contentedly upon confirming it.
"Looks like that scorpion bastard didn't get to eat you after all!!"
"Hey, that's not a nice way to think about friends."
"From what I've heard about you, that's not friendship—that's flirting. And as a unicorn, I'm picky about virgins and purity, but—get this—I like pure love too?"
Sure, virginity might disappear, but creating even more virgins in its place was the proper cycle...
As a unicorn, wasn't it her duty to bless the birth of couples who shared beautiful love?
Of course, scumbags using aphrodisiacs or chasing other people's girls didn't deserve to live.
"Times have gotten so much better. Back when I was a first-year, guys making aphrodisiacs ended up with no backdoors left."
"That's scary, so I won't ask."
"I'd skewer 'em with my head horn!! Physically turn 'em into girls, that's what."
"Wouldn't it be easier to just rip off their junk and make 'em girls that way?"
"Don't you have a heart...?"
Why is this girl so casually spouting stuff that'd horrify even a unicorn?
Wiyu, who had turned her goblin friend into a girl that way, was pondering whether she should rip off more if the chance arose.
Hey, tampering with others' parts might teach her how to reattach her own someday, right? There were all sorts of ways to put in effort.
"Well, I killed 'em all before ripping anything off. Sad, isn't it, senior? I killed so many repeat-year students and still ended up dead last in grades."
"In this whole chain of events, I'm not feeling pity—I'm terrified that you're my junior..."
Why is my witch junior a Witchcraft out of all the witches in the world?
Anyway, since Bukureshti was a cleric learning divine magic, a senior, and a fellow witch, she crossed her arms, pondered for a moment, and decided to help Wiyu out.
"...Your mom's a godslayer who wrecked the Pantheon, though. Can you even learn divine magic? There's gods who'll send revelations, so you can at least hear them, right?"
"Junior, junior... outer gods are threatening to this world, realms of incomprehensible dimensions and categories... they're gods in a whole different league."
"Eek, really?"
"Just like gods who descend to the mortal world get classified as evil gods... gods get sorted in all sorts of ways. Sometimes we subjugate evil gods or demon gods, but from our perspective, they might count as benevolent deities."
With so many races and such a vast world came diverse customs and cultures.
Gods came in all forms and types too, which was why [Theological Studies] was essential for learning divine magic.
Some gods allowed believers to worship multiple deities, including themselves, out of consideration for faith.
Others threw tantrums demanding exclusive worship, and some were straight-up bullied by their own followers beyond mere resignation.
But those faith relationships were ultimately built on mutual belief and trust.
However, the outer god that Wiyu Witchcraft somewhat worshipped—and had even contracted with—was the exception among exceptions.
"Eh, why?"
"For starters, employing a god as cafe part-timer? That's not divine magic, you idiot."
"What insane cleric treats a god like a slave?"
"The ero manga Grand Duke showed me...?"
"Now I get why that crow bastard's been MIA... Gotta tell Aris about this."
"The story was pretty good, though. It's about a boy who visits an abandoned shrine to worship a forgotten god for 20 years, and they end up all lovey-dovey."
"As expected, our lord truly understands the beauty of true love."
*Slurp.*
She never imagined a day would come when she'd drink tea personally brewed by an outer god, but the flavor was so exquisite it moved her—even making her wish Sephiroth would join the Walpurgis Night tea party.
With skills like this, dropping by the first-year building's cafe for a date-like visit with her senior, braving the hassle, seemed pretty nice. But just as that thought crossed her mind...
"...Normally, gods are the bosses and masters, setting that aside? Why are you bothering to learn divine magic?"
A witch with the insane talent to hire and boss around an outer god like a part-timer had zero reason to serve any deity.
If she had to worship one, Aris Witchcraft—classified as the "Goddess of Witches"—would do, but that'd bump Wiyu's rating to "demigod" level, guaranteeing a 200% repeat year. Better not suggest it.
Maybe the professor had set this up to avoid that very thing—
"The [Divination] professor said if I fight directly, it'll cause even bigger problems. Told me to go summoning route. At least gods have common sense, so I can get revelations, warnings when stuff goes wrong, and advice too."
"Yeah, on second thought, you definitely need to learn this."
At least before this girl went off dismembering someone thinking they deserve to die, she'd have the option to ask, "God? Can I kill this one?" Wouldn't the world be more peaceful?
She wanted to introduce her own god, but the poor thing was sobbing, begging not to because it'd probably demand toe-sucking revelations or something fatal. Godslayer bloodlines were such a hassle...!!
"Alright, we'll need some prep first... Let's do this by the book?"
"What do we need?"
"Most important is, what god do you believe in? Religion, basically. Holy relics are good too... Big-name gods or obscure ones both work. Looks like it's the Pantheon for now."
"Got it!"
Bukureshti told her junior that was all she needed to know for now, then dragged her lazy feet off.
Showing off as a great senior to her witch junior would surely earn praise from Onozuka senior—hugs, cheek kisses, head pats. Just imagining it filled her with happy anticipation as she applied for and got permission for an outing from the professor.
First up, baptism—so she planned to take her junior straight to the Pantheon.
The gods might freak out, but surely some kind deity would accept her.
With the visit reservation done, Bukureshti returned.
*Ding-dong.*
She rubbed her eyes, wondering if they were playing tricks, turned around, and stepped out of the [Graduating Class] room again.
...This was definitely the academy, right? But beyond the door was the [Divine Realm]—the world where gods lived!
She questioned if mortals were even allowed in a space directly connected to the [Divine Realm] like this, but stepping forward again, she heard another *ding-dong*.
"I'm the Harvest God Aki-chan. Was bored lately, so I came for some pocket change."
"I've got two family members to feed."
"Oh, I'm a vampire, but a human god. Came for fun."
The gods welcomed them like grandmas meeting cute grandkids: "What a darling believer~ Unicorns are so lovable~"
Turning her head, Bukureshti saw gods sitting in chairs, each clutching numbered tickets, waiting their turn.
Her common sense couldn't keep up with whatever madness had happened in that short time—she clutched her head in agony.
"Waaah, that crazy music box monster wrecked our dimension. I'm unemployed now."
"Some insane artist outer god decided to 'do music' and terrorized everything... I've got worshippers to feed..."
She didn't want to hear their pitiful backstories, no matter how earnest.
Desperately appealing to the interviewer, the gods beamed with joy at the casual approval stamps, cool bordering on savage.
"Basic contracts at 2,000 karma. They're all thrilled."
<It's 'cause you've got that infinite wallet. Some places fight to the death for 100 karma...>
"How tragic..."
Born into karma-rich nations or what...? Poor things, whoever they are.
Wiyu pitied them, but spotting Bukureshti's arrival, she paused the interviews.
She'd witnessed gods wailing "Waaah!!" at the end of their turns, but abandoning these gods who'd made the trip would be rude. With all their resumes in hand, Wiyu sat back down opposite Bukureshti and resumed stamping away.
"....."
"Senior, what tea you want? Outer god! Tea and snack set here!"
*Nod.*
Wiyu rang the bell she held, *jingle jingle*, treating the outer god like a servant.
Bukureshti stared blankly as Wiyu finished stamping and shoved the papers aside.
"Anyway! Took in up to 108, senior!"
"What?!"
"Pantheon vibe! Can't call it a pantheon without tons of gods, right?"
"What?!?!"
Her junior proudly showed off the mini-pantheon she'd set up in the corner of the cafe, even handling fund-matching between first-year classmates and gods via Tanaka's brokerage.
The holy studies professor had groveled, kneeling and bowing, begging for perfect scores if she skipped classes.
"I did great, right, senior!!"
"...Yeah, yeah."
Bukureshti gave up thinking fast and decided to treat it like someone else's problem, smiling along.
As she sipped tea, figuring her senior might share some fun stories—
"Oh, by the way, I put both our names on the contracts. 109 gods contracted—nice, right?"
Offering regular tributes was a believer's duty, after all.
Bukureshti fainted on the spot.
Fortunately, Wiyu covered the tributes with karma instead.
She'd just shared the performance metrics with her respected senior out of kindness.
Why were tears streaming down her face at her junior's sweetness? Her own god just laughed about the free income, leaving her the only one who couldn't smile.