The Witch of Legend

A transfer student has arrived at a noble academy in the Vanaasi Empire on the Glory Continent. They say she's a witch. The dwarf headmaster, whose beard is long enough to pile up several layers on the ground, looks at the listless, gloomy girl before him, wearing a witch's hat that covers half her face. He checks her transfer record again: Arson, causing explosions, prying gold off the headmaster's statue for alchemy, turning a teacher into a frog, and making an abused classmate drink a love potion that drives the whole school wild... The dwarf headmaster's eyebrows twitch. He silently stamps the acceptance form. He no longer has any objections to this girl, who is obviously human but has been assigned to the nonhuman academy. Isis has transferred schools for the fiftieth time. According to her agreement with some unlucky fellow, if all fifty academies on the continent reject her, he will stop trying to keep her from retiring to the forest and returning to life as a witch in her tower. This is the last school. But she's a little reluctant to leave, because her classmates here include: A siren in a huge transparent tank, with a heavenly voice and a beauty that transcends gender; a wicked demon with jet-black horns and magical markings all over, who sometimes shows off his little fangs; and a fierce, straightforward werewolf with a wonderful physique who can turn into a fluffy beast... They're all precious alchemical ingredients. It's impossible to resist. And then there's the academy's guardian, a massive silver dragon as if made of pure silver. Just being beside him, even the air you breathe is fragrant with magical elements. As for troublesome things like helping out at academy competitions, that's just a small contribution in return for special treatment. Even after she leaves school, the witch Isis remains the stuff of legend at academies across the continent. They say she does whatever she wants, defies all rules, dares to curse even the King of the Continent, defies even the gods, and covets even dragons! Isis: Well, that's how witches are. Everyone sees the rumored witch approaching on a silver dragon and takes a synchronized step back. "S-she even tamed a dragon to use as a mount!" The dragon lets out a deafening roar. Isis glances at him. "Correction: he says he's not a mount." Everyone: "Then what is he?" Isis: "An alchemical ingredi... Ahem, I mean, he's my fated bond partner." An eccentric witch x a silver dragon guardian Theme: Be brave and try a new life.