I Became a Witch and Started an Industrial Revolution

“My name is Aisha Fafner, hello, little sister.”

She had the same silver hair and violet eyes, but on her head were two pairs of long, jet-black horns. Her honey-colored skin looked radiantly healthy, and most striking of all was her voluptuous figure—so perfect that even Mitia couldn’t help feeling a little self-conscious.

【So big……】

Looking up at the tall, over-two-meters-tall mature woman in front of her, Mitia forced a polite yet awkward smile. “Hel-lo… big… sister.”

Then she turned toward Sherria, her eyes full of disbelief, as if saying, “This—this is what you meant by ‘little! sis! ter!’?”

Sherria crossed her arms and turned her small head away, pretending not to notice Mitia’s murderous glare. Still, she quietly floated up about a meter, until she was level in height with Aisha.

From the deep cleavage of her chest, Aisha reached in and pulled out a Space Ring, tossing it into Mitia’s hands. Then she grabbed Sherria and began kneading her with great enthusiasm. “Did you miss me, my little cutie?”

‘Mmmph… mmmph!’

“I knew you would. Ugh, it’s been so boring on that island—I could only sleep all day. Finally, I get to come out for some fresh air.”

‘Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!’

“Ah! Don’t bite~”

Breaking free from Aisha’s embrace, Sherria darted behind Mitia, panting heavily. ‘You shameless thing! Next time, I’m telling the Great Witch Sister to transfer me to another team!’

“Heh~ If you leave, someone else will ride me instead. Would you really be okay with that?”

Aisha stretched her limbs languidly, showing off her curvaceous body. Her violet beast-like eyes glimmered mischievously as she winked and sent a flirtatious glance at Sherria.

‘Get lost!!! You’re exactly—exactly—what I imagine when I think of a perverted mother dragon!’

Aisha narrowed her eyes slightly. Her perky, round hips shimmered with scales as a long tail manifested and swiftly coiled around the smaller Sherria, binding her tightly and lifting her up before her face. “What did you just say?”

‘Wh-what of it! Did I say something wrong? Let me go if you dare! I’ll fight you one-on-one!!!’

“Call me ‘good sister,’ and I’ll let you go~”

Watching the little one whose head didn’t even reach the length of the other’s legs but whose mouth was impossibly defiant, Mitia just shook her head and ignored them. She lowered her gaze to examine the technical documents Aisha had handed her.

As she expected, goblins didn’t have much natural talent for magic, so their technology wasn’t heavily dependent on it—or rather, not on traditional magic.

Magical inscription was a fascinating discipline. It didn’t require magical talent to study in depth.

For example, if magical elements were like the tides of the sea, then inscriptions were like patterns drawn on the sand with a stick.

When the tides rose and covered the drawings, a little seawater would remain within the lines after they receded. The function of magical inscriptions was similar.

They retained elemental energy—and the more one could retain, the more one could do. Through specific patterns and combinations, one could achieve the desired release and application of magical elements.

How much elemental energy was retained, what type it was, the supply speed, and the absorption or conversion efficiency—all of these depended on different combinations of inscriptions.

A magic power core pack, for instance, was created through the layering of inscription arrays to absorb, store, and release magical energy.

Though it sounded simple, achieving the proper stacking and maintaining a delicate balance required immense patience—endless experimentation and verification through hard, painstaking work.

This kind of large-scale experimentation, research, invention, data storage, optimization, and iteration was repetitive, dull, and exhausting. It was truly unimaginable how the goblins had endured it.

Repeating the same task thousands, even millions of times, with the most primitive methods, in one field alone.

Mitia thought that the goblins’ eventual brilliance across the continent was inevitable under such determination and effort.

Moreover, the construction of a mechanical body involved far more than a single power source—alchemy material ratios, the layout of mana networks throughout the structure, ergonomic testing, pre-engraving of arrays for spellcasting, and so on.

“How’s it going?”

A faint shadow fell over Mitia’s head. Looking up, she saw Aisha leaning beside her. Sherria was asleep in her arms, looking peaceful—if one ignored the massive lump swelling on her forehead.

Mitia didn’t bother commenting on the physically “muted” Sherria. That little loli was truly something else. Calling a two-meter-tall dragon girl a “beastkin”—honestly, if Aisha didn’t react, that would’ve been shocking.

Mitia replied, “If I have the schematics, replicating it one-to-one isn’t hard. But… mass production would probably be difficult.”

Unlike standardized machining of mechanical parts, inscribing runes required fine craftsmanship…

Not that it was impossible.

In theory, it was feasible to design specialized engraving machines. If it were a CNC machine, that would definitely solve it—but she couldn’t make one of those yet.

Still, it was imaginable to produce custom machines specifically for rune carving.

“Hm~ ‘Mass production,’ huh? That’s an interesting term.”

Aisha stroked her smooth chin and glanced around. ‘Now that you mention it, I hadn’t noticed before—your equipment designs really are all identical in style. So this is what you call mass production.’

“Mm…”

Mitia flipped through the schematics, studying the rune patterns inside the power core, her mind spinning with thoughts on multi-faceted carving.

She pondered the design of the cutting heads, how the patterns should interlock, how the geometry should flow.

Eventually, she chuckled to herself. She’d gotten herself tangled in overthinking. Why make the machines do everything? The machines could cut most of the lines, and the remaining fine details could be done by workers manually.

That was basically the same as the final polishing and sandblasting steps in industrial machining.

She tossed the blueprints to the master craftsmen, explained her concept, and slipped away—leaving the rest for the dwarven masters to figure out themselves.

After all, she was the Empress. Troublesome matters were best left to subordinates.

Later, she placed the sleeping Sherria onto the small bed in her study. Adjusting her facial features and hair color slightly, she picked up the kitten rubbing affectionately at her side, and the two of them wandered aimlessly through the streets.

The Seris Federation did not practice racial discrimination, so its streets were filled with people of every kind.

“Oh my! What an adorable bunny loli! Tsk tsk… Your beastkin population here almost rivals what I’ve seen in the Beastkin Empire, especially so many of the smaller, weaker races.”

“In the Beastkin Empire, most were combat races. Adding yours to the list, I think I’ve now completed my beastkin encyclopedia~”

Aisha looked left and right, clicking her tongue in wonder. Her fiery gaze occasionally swept over passing beastkin lolis—especially those with fluffy ears atop their heads—scaring the little ones so badly that each covered their ears as they passed.

Even the kitten Mitia had adopted was now trembling, crouched low against her chest, too afraid to move.