Otaku Witch

The location of the Yae Residence is relatively remote, outside the city of Heian-kyo.

Dorothy left the city, leisurely strolling along that country path, enjoying the idyllic scenery that is hard to see in the outside world.

On both sides of the path there are vast farmlands, where the spiritual energy is ethereal and the soil is fertile, clearly suitable for planting various spiritual materials.

It is also the planting season now, and many Japanese witches are laboring in the fields.

Although they are witches, the way these extraordinary beings farm is not much different from mortals, facing the earth and working hard under the sun, looking quite tiring.

Planting spiritual medicine is a troublesome task, as some precious spiritual seeds need to be carefully guided and activated with magic power. While this task isn't difficult, the only problem is that each seed has a different level of activity, so the strength of magic power needed for activation also varies.

Therefore, this task cannot be done in batches, and the farmer witches must patiently spend time doing it bit by bit.

Moreover, activating the seeds isn't the end - after the spiritual plants sprout, the supply of spiritual energy needs to be adjusted according to different growth conditions, and occasional checks for pests must be made.

In short, it's a very troublesome, time-consuming, and labor-intensive task.

The homebody witch stood by the roadside, watching an elderly grandmother teaching her young granddaughter how to farm.

"Watch carefully, girl, just like this, and then like that, and again like this..."

The grandmother's hands glowed with magic power, delicately infusing the faint magic power into the seed of a spiritual plant in her hand. The originally quiet seed soon emitted a faint glow, and a tender sprout broke through.

"This is how you can make it sprout. Then, bury the sprouted seed in the soil and it's done. Have you learned it?"

The elder demonstrated once again, then asked the granddaughter beside her.

"Hmm, it looks simple, Grandma, I've learned it."

The young girl, seemingly eleven or twelve years old, nodded and picked up a seed to begin infusing it with magic power.

However, clearly, the young little witch had poor control over her own magic power, as she infused too much at once. The fragile seed quickly mutated under the excessive magic power, beginning to transform into a magical plant with sharp teeth and covered in slime, snapping at the bewildered little witch.

The homebody witch, crouching on the road watching this scene, was stunned, not expecting that thing to be so fierce. But seeing that the little witch might get hurt, she quickly reached out to help. However, a swift cold light flashed by, and the menacing mutated spiritual plant was already chopped in half.

"Such a fast scythe!"

Dorothy looked at the elderly grandmother's scythe-wielding hand, marveling at its impressive speed and angle, as well as its perfect force, considering the technique as masterful and exquisite, reaching the pinnacle of skill.

The grandmother's skilled technique was clearly not something achieved overnight, requiring considerable time and effort to hone.

However, the homebody witch glanced at the wrinkled appearance of the elderly grandmother and wasn't too surprised.

A witch's appearance typically reflects her personality, so age cannot be easily judged from a witch's appearance; some witches who look young might be ancient beings with youthful demeanor.

Conversely, those witches with elderly appearances are generally not too young, as personality aging also requires time and wear, and cases where teenage little witches are already hardened and aged in mindset are rare.

This grandmother, aged to the point of wrinkles all over, suggests a life rich in experience, likely being a witch of several centuries, making it commonplace for such an elderly witch to have some skills.

Considering this grandmother may have been a farmer for centuries, the scythe-wielding technique has surely been refined into an instinct through years of labor.

"That's right, my grandma is the best with a scythe in the village. We are always the most efficient during harvest season."

Upon hearing Dorothy's praise, the frightened little witch wiped the spiritual plant slime off her face, then raised her head and chest proudly, thus spoke.

However, before she finished speaking, the grandmother had already covered her granddaughter's mouth and bowed in respect to the homebody witch.

"Esteemed patriarch, please forgive my granddaughter's rudeness. She spoke without thinking."

The weathered elder could tell from the wardrobe of the young witch in front of her that she was a person of importance; perhaps a Chinese Clan Patriarch, though regardless of whether she was or not, she was certainly not someone these humble farm women could offend.

In any case, apologizing first was prudent.

Meanwhile, the young little witch didn't understand what had happened or why her grandmother was apologizing to others, even though she hadn't said anything wrong. Her grandmother was indeed the best in the village with planting techniques.

The young witch felt aggrieved, with eyes turning red, wanting to argue, but her grandmother kept her mouth covered, blocking all her rebuttals.