Otaku Witch

"Yo, you're awake. How does it feel to have died once?"

When Yagyū Jubei awoke again, she hadn't even opened her eyes before she heard this question.

Upon hearing those words, Miss Sword Master suddenly regained her awareness. She remembered that piercing pain, the irretrievable loss of life force, and the fear and despair as death gradually approached.

She immediately reached out to cover her chest, panting heavily in a bit of panic.

However, the expected pain in her chest did not arrive. Instead, her hand felt the strong heartbeat, the rhythm of life.

Yagyū Jubei was quite puzzled by this.

What's going on? Wasn't I stabbed in the back by my junior disciple and died?

Miss Sword Master was very confused. She even directly pulled open her chest's lapel to look inside, but all she saw was snowy white skin and a valley that could contain everything.

The junior disciple's backstab seemed just like an illusion now, as not a single scar remained.

Wait, where did my chest binding bandages go?

Miss Sword Master suddenly realized something was amiss.

For witches with such a good figure, practicing martial arts always requires the help of bandages; otherwise, movement would be somewhat inconvenient, and balance would be unstable. She left home today completely unarmed, but now she was entirely disarmed.

Yagyū Jubei looked around and saw the blood-stained bandage fragments not far away, and then she looked up at the Battosai before her.

The cold-blooded swordsman, seeing this, turned his head and whistled.

Miss Sword Master was silent for a moment, understanding what had happened?

No wonder there were no wounds; someone had helped treat her.

She blushed slightly but didn't say much else. After all, the situation was urgent, and someone saved her life. What else could she say?

Besides, those in the martial arts world don't fuss over small matters.

"Mister Battosai, what is going on? Did I not die?"

Yagyū Jubei tightened the collar on her open chest and asked in confusion.

"Do you think you could have survived such a sword strike?"

Dorothy responded with this question.

"That was your junior disciple, wasn't it? She truly has a cruel heart and a venomous sword, perfectly sealing off your self-healing and blocking the operation of your magic power. She really knows you well and definitely came prepared."

Upon hearing this, Miss Sword Master fell silent too.

For a long while, she sighed deeply, her emotions complex.

Of course, the junior disciple knew her well. After all, they were childhood sweethearts, even had an engagement, and were scheduled to have their wedding soon.

Due to such a relationship, she rarely hid things from her junior disciple. The junior disciple knew her swordsmanship, her talent, and all her weaknesses.

That's why the sword strike was so heart-wrenching.

Seeing Yagyū Jubei like this, Dorothy looked at her with some sympathy.

Tsk tsk tsk, this is what happens when you choose the wrong person. Thankfully, my little fox at home is super cute and well-behaved.

Thinking of the cute Little Fox, the homebody witch's mood, which had been gloomy from cutting down too many people recently, brightened considerably.

"I never thought there could really be a miracle of death and resurrection in this world. It seems I've lost some memories, most likely those about the underworld."

Miss Sword Master quickly recovered and composed herself, saying this.

To this, Dorothy was slightly surprised, not expecting this person to be so perceptive.

Though witches can resurrect, upon resurrection, they also lose the memories of their death. This is the same whether it's the Japanese underworld or the external world underworld.

Unless they are witches with profound necromancy or officers with special status in the underworld.

Of course, generally speaking, these two refer to the same kind of people, as underworld officers are usually necromancy masters, and necromancy masters usually have a position in the underworld.

But even if these individuals can retain their memories, they are not allowed to divulge the information about the underworld at will. What the underworld is really like remains a mystery to most witches.

"Hmm, those memories aren't important. What's important is that you owe me a large amount of resurrection gold now. Not much, just the equivalent of twenty small targets. This is the note of debt you wrote yourself. So, will it be card or cash?"

Staring at Yagyū Jubei, who was still in shock from the miracle of resurrection, Dorothy spoke unemotionally, urging for payment, as she handed over a note of debt.

Miss Sword Master, taking the note, was slightly stunned.

The handwriting on this note was indeed hers. Her writing was unique, containing her own sword intent within the strokes, making it hard for others to imitate.

So, she really did die once, went to the underworld, and wrote this note there by her own hand.

With such evidence, Yagyū Jubei finally believed she had genuinely experienced the miracle of death and resurrection.

However, who then is Miss Battosai, who can so easily resurrect people?

Miss Sword Master looked up again at Miss Battosai, who was waiting for her to settle the payment with a stern face. The shock in her heart was even greater than the experience of resurrection.

Previously, the terrifying sword intent demonstrated by Miss Battosai had already made her aware of this cold-blooded swordsman's sudden rise in notoriety and formidable strength, while now this miracle of resurrection proved her even more unfathomable background...