Otaku Witch

And now, it seems she has finally achieved her former ideal. On this island of Japan, there are few who stand taller than her. Even the Great General in the Heaven's Guard Pavilion must treat her with respect, and no one can bully her anymore.

However, such days are actually quite empty.

But now, the burning pain on her face makes her nostalgic, makes her frenzied.

"Yes, yes, yes, just this feeling, just this pain."

"It hurts, it hurts so much, it's killing me…"

Maple has always been someone with a sensitive physique; her sensitivity to pain is several times higher than that of ordinary people. So, do you know how much damage two punches and a kick would inflict on a sensitive body?

This, possibly the strongest Demon Sword Princess of the current age, weeps directly from the corners of her eyes, outright crying.

And such pain also awakens her abruptly.

Yes, it's not enough, far from enough; isn't there still someone on this island who can humiliate me? I can't stop yet. I still need to climb higher, go higher.

This enchanting, charming witch weeps while her eyes become fierce.

She knows that now is not the time to cause trouble; her original task should be to stall for General Fujiwara to ensure the success of the ritual. As long as the ritual succeeds, then everything would not be a problem.

But now, after letting her emotions get the better of her, she's a bit out of control.

"Minamoto no Yorimitsu, are you just going to watch like this?"

She looks at the terrifying dragon and serpent before her, fear long absent from her eyes resurfaces, and such fear excites her even more.

Therefore, she calls upon her Sword Master, the first samurai of Japan.

Then, an overwhelming murderous aura surges from the Heaven's Guard Pavilion, the crimson killing intent shooting straight into the sky like a wolf's smoke, dyeing the sky of Heian-kyo red, making the dragon and serpent pale in comparison.

A figure clad in full samurai great armor slowly walks out of the castle.

This figure looks at the dragon and serpent in the sky, eyes bursting with intense battle intent, then stretches out a hand, and the distant Maple transforms into a scarlet katana falling into her hand.

"Let me test the blade."

The samurai draws the sword and assumes a stance, a clear voice flowing from the ghost mask covering her face, speaking with spirited battle intent.

.........

Dorothy: "......"

What is this situation? Is there not a single person in your Heaven's Guard Pavilion who can speak normally?

The homebody witch felt rather exasperated.

But never mind, it seems that today indeed cannot be resolved peacefully, after all, forced demolitions always tend to be accompanied by force.

Dorothy scrutinizes the fully armored samurai in front of her and can't help but furrow her brow in disdain.

Just how many people has this guy killed, what a strong murderous aura, it's marinated through and through.

Looking at the bloodthirsty aura that could dye the sky red, the homebody witch even smells the sickly sweet scent of blood in the air as she breathes.

"How many people did you actually kill?"

Unable to contain her curiosity, the homebody witch asks.

Such murderous aura she has only ever sensed before on her stepmother or Spider Teacher, perhaps her Mother Superior too, but Mother Dragon knows this daughter dislikes battlefields, so she never shows this side in front of her.

This is the presence only an Armed Witch who has been on the front lines can possess, a boundless murderous aura formed after slaughtering countless living beings.

Yet, Japan has always been isolated; unlike other Armed Witches, they don't burn worlds for amusement, so where did she get such blood debt?

Hearing the homebody witch's inquiry, the armored warrior tilts her head in confusion, seems to remember briefly, and then shakes her head.

"I don't remember, who would count how many meals they've eaten in their lifetime?"

The clear voice responds so straightforwardly.

"Don't dwell on such trivial questions, let's fight, defeat me, and you can pass."

The samurai stands guarding the main gate of the Heaven's Guard Pavilion, her voice filled with overflowing battle intent.

Dorothy: "..."

Damn, this is just a dumb, battle-crazed maniac.

The homebody witch feels a bit helpless; she more or less understands the kind of character this samurai has.

For this kind of person, no matter what you say, it's useless; they just want to fight you, either cut you down or be cut down by you, nothing else matters.

Realizing this point, Dorothy does not bother to say more.

But the homebody witch doesn't intend to accept the challenge; though that giant dragon and serpent behind her looks impressive, it's merely a decorative form created by the power of Hyakki, the Master of Spirits and Demons, and would shatter upon contact.

Moreover, the opponent is a Martial God, a genuine Martial God, who could effortlessly pass the Combat Magic System's peak certification in the Witch World.

Proving the way with slaughter, cleansing with blood, this is the path of the pure Asura Martial God, among the most formidable in terms of combat power among many Martial Gods, how can you possibly fight that?

No way, absolutely no way.

Dorothy decisively finds it troublesome, she is not that battle-maniac type.

Though the Fairy King is a battle-maniac, she's now yelling in the consciousness sea for the main body not to be a coward, saying if you can't do it, let me have a go, and so on, but the homebody witch decisively mutes this hot-blooded fool incarnation in front of the permission dog, then prepares to instruct the surrounding Hyakki not to hold back.