Otaku Witch

Late night, Kujo Family.

Amidst the futon directly laid on the tatami, the witch with black hair and black wings was peacefully asleep. However, from the curve constantly traced by her lips, it was clear she was having a pleasant dream.

Suddenly, though, the witch who had just been smiling contentedly suddenly had her expression twist with fear.

"Please, Chairman, I won't dare to write any more stories about you and the young lady..."

The witch woke up from her dream, her face marked with panic, her eyes still showing evident lingering fear.

Fortunately, after taking several deep breaths, Wenwen gradually calmed down. She looked around and, seeing the familiar room, finally sighed in relief.

"Scared me to death. Thank goodness it was just a dream. I almost thought the Chairman had really caught me on the spot!"

The Black Wing Witch, wearing loose pajamas, patted her chest to soothe her still racing heart as she spoke.

Though it's a bit odd to talk to oneself alone in a room, there was no helping it; the dream had been too terrifying, and she needed to vent her emotions.

"Water, water, water..."

Perhaps she was too terrified; Wenwen suddenly felt a bit thirsty. Of course, it should be a psychological reaction since it's impossible for a witch to truly feel thirsty, but that didn't stop the Black Wing Witch from preparing to get up and fetch herself a glass of water.

"Here's some water."

Just as she was about to leave the bed, a hand handed a glass of water to her.

"Okay, thanks a lot."

Wenwen thanked politely and then took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah, refreshing. I feel alive again. Almost scared the pee out of me just now."

The Black Wing Witch drank the water with satisfaction and made a sound of contentment.

It's so nice, having someone bring you water when you're thirsty...

Bring water?

Realizing the oddity belatedly, Wenwen noticed something wrong. Wasn't she asleep in her bedroom? There was no maid in the bedroom, so who handed her that water just now?

Hiss...

The terrified Black Wing Witch felt the feathers on her six wings standing on end, and she quickly retreated to the corner of the room, only then seeing the unexpected, polite guest kneeling by her bedside.

She was a witch with an appearance exceedingly handsome, but her originally fair cheek had a cross-shaped scar. On anyone else, this scar might have marred their beauty, but on her, it somehow enhanced her spirited aura.

At that moment, the moonlight from above shone through the open room door, falling on this intruder, like a spotlight on the stage. That cold moonlight, that mysterious scar, that longsword at her waist, combined with her cold eyes, and that aloof aura...

"Wow, cool big sister."

Wenwen said this, blinking a few times absentmindedly, imprinting this scene in her mind.

Emmm... Okay, perhaps now wasn't the time to be taking mental snapshots, but she couldn't help it, it's a professional habit.

"Who are you?"

After carefully storing the mental snapshot into her "Private Use at Night" folder in her memory database, the Black Wing Witch finally furrowed her brows and asked warily.

However, hearing her question, that unexpected guest sharply raised her brow.

"You don't recognize me?"

She asked in return.

Wenwen: "......"

Are you crazy? Why should I recognize you? Are you famous or something?

The Black Wing Witch felt a bit speechless, but she didn't dare voice her thoughts directly.

After all, her Grandmother currently lived at home as well, and for this cool female swordsman to sneak into her room without anyone noticing indicated just one thing: this person's power mustn't be less than her Grandmother's.

But Grandmother is of Peak level strength.

Wenwen was trying to recall her recent experiences, pondering when she might have offended such a formidable figure. Otherwise, why would someone sneak up to her bed in the middle of the night?

But she had no enemies in Japan. Recently, she was busy shadowing the young lady, with no time to explore Japan's customs, so she couldn't have offended anyone.

The Black Wing Witch felt terribly aggrieved, wondering if this person was an enemy of her Grandmother.

"My lord, have you perhaps mistaken me for someone else? I don't even look like my grandmother."

Wenwen cautiously asked.

And to her surprise, the cool female swordsman nodded upon hearing this.

"Hmm, you're not as pretty as your grandmother."

She replied.

Wenwen: "..."

The Black Wing Witch's forehead immediately sprouted a tic mark, trembling with frustrated rage.

Though it was the truth, couldn't she be a bit more tactful? Which girl could bear hearing that?

Damn it, don't think that just because you're strong you can...

Well, with such strength indeed comes great freedom.

Even though Wenwen was so angry her fists were clenched, she didn't dare show a hint of anger on her face.

"My lord, you jest. How could my meager abilities compare to my grandmother's?"

The Black Wing Witch said humbly.

The beauty of witches generally matches their strength. For someone like Wenwen, just reaching the ranks of a Great Witch, how could she compare with those elders, not to mention her Grandmother was known as the most beautiful on Monster Mountain in her youth, embodying the Yamato Nadeshiko charm, extremely enchanting. (Reference: Dead or Alive's Female Tengu.)

In terms of this, Mother Superior perfectly inherited the beauty and grace of Grandmother. They are at least eighty percent alike, with the only difference being Grandmother's more heroic aura and Mother Superior's gentler demeanor. But in Wenwen's own case...