Otaku Witch

At the top floor of the Heaven's Guard Pavilion, a banquet was currently taking place.

It wasn't a grand event with a large gathering of guests; it was a very small, intimate banquet.

However, despite its small scale, the banquet was extremely exquisite, one might even say it was lavish in every aspect. The Heaven's Guard Pavilion had been preparing for this feast for years.

They had collected rare treasures, beauties, and exotic foods from all over the island, all in order to properly entertain today's esteemed guest.

Yet, the servants didn't know who this mysterious guest was, and dared not ask. They only knew that it was all by the decree of the current Great General.

The head of the Japanese island's royal family was originally supposed to be called the Emperor, but since the island was merely a Witch Territory, it did not warrant the title of Emperor. Thus, they referred to this position as General instead.

And now, in the heavily sealed banquet hall at the very top of the Heaven's Guard Pavilion, the banquet that exceeded the lavish bounds of any ordinary witch's imagination had finally begun.

Countless luxurious jewels adorned the massive banquet hall. Although there were many treasures, none were piled haphazardly. Each treasure's position was designed by specialists, with everything perfectly placed, avoiding any sense of ostentatiousness.

Many beautiful women of various physiques, each distinct, were dressed in specially designed garments that showcased their beauty to the maximum extent. Every one of them wore a perfect smile, their allure dazzling, making it difficult for anyone to look away.

However, these beauties, who would usually attract admirers wherever they appeared, were now merely servants and decoration for this banquet.

And they were to be used once only.

From the moment the banquet started, these beauties would never leave this hall again.

The women knew their fate, but they had already become such tools of the banquet that they were even trained to not feel fear. The more frightened they felt inside, the sweeter their smiles appeared.

Of course, a banquet wouldn't be complete without an array of delicacies. Every rare ingredient that could be found on the Japanese island had been prepared.

The highest-grade ingredients naturally required the highest-grade presentation. And was there any vessel more exquisite than these fragrant and beautiful women?

......

This was a banquet of utmost extravagance, one might even say it was all-out.

The contemporary General, Fujiwara Ieyasu, quietly knelt in the already sealed banquet hall, waiting for the honored guest's arrival.

She did not wait long; soon, within the tightly sealed banquet hall, appeared a dark human shape.

"Hiss, you witches never cease to amaze with your perversity. Even in Hell, I don't have as much fun as this."

The dark magic power receded, revealing a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, devilishly charming man. He unceremoniously wrapped his arms around two beauties frozen by fear, akin to frogs being watched by a snake, holding them skillfully as he spoke.

While indulging in the exotic foods placed on the beauties, he remarked.

"Lord Mammon, you're joking."

Fujiwara Ieyasu... or rather, Izanagi, humbly bowed her head, smiling in response.

She didn't dare to lift her eyes to gaze at the man in front of her, knowing that just one look could indeed make her explode.

Mammon, the Demon God of Greed, one of the Seven Monarchs of Hell, the incarnation of original sin, greed, a demon god among demon gods. His very existence could be seen as the manifestation of the desire or concept of greed. Anyone who looked at him would be engulfed by greed.

And Izanagi, being a person with deep-seated greed, was the type of prey Mammon favored most. Should she take even a glance at this demon god before her, even if it was just an incarnation, the greed within her would catch fire, and she would forever become Mammon's underling.

Even though she humbly bowed her head, kneeling and keeping her eyes fixed on the floor, merely being observed by this demon god caused the seeds of greed to sprout within her heart. Years of longing turned into poisonous flames, tormented her soul.

"It's truly delicious."

The man, embracing the beauties, raised his head from one of their chests, glanced at Izanagi, and made this comment.

It was unclear whether this demon god was praising the exotic delicacies or those souls overflowing with greed.

"Speak, what business do you have summoning me here? Make it quick, as it's not easy to conduct private matters under the eyes of The Third King, and your time is limited."

The man looked around at the beauties.

Immediately, the beautified yet falsely smiling faces on the women turned much more sincere, no, it no longer seemed sincere, it had turned into complete servitude.

As if entranced, they moved to the side of the demon god willingly, then lowered themselves, pressing close to each other, forming a human sofa. Another beauty, like a dog, lay on the ground, acting as an accompanying footstool for the sofa.

Mammon sat on the soft, fragrant, tender human seat, naturally resting his legs on the beauty's back and extending his hand to effortlessly summon a katana from a distant ornament, casually playing with it in his hand.