Otaku Witch

It's never productivity that divides classes, but whether one holds the means of production.

Obviously, these ordinary Japanese Witches don't possess those conditions.

No matter how ordinary, witches outside are still above others. Even if they belong to the lower class in Witch Society, they are still considered upper class in the whole Western Universe, with numerous servant races to command beneath them.

But on this Japan island.....

The witches can hardly afford meals, and you still expect mortals to help.

Dorothy had long realized that the mortals on this Japan island are pitiably few, even fewer than the number of witches, likely being literally overwhelmed by the witches.

However, the dogs rolling in the mud rarely have a good end; extreme internal competition leading to intense internal friction is never beneficial.

The Homebody Witch couldn't help but sigh, but after glancing at the Red Shadow on her waist, her gaze became determined again.

No matter, I will intervene afterwards.

The darkness that has long shrouded Japan island will be torn apart by me, and life will get better eventually.

On the other side, Yagyū Jubei looked at the shabby village and felt somewhat guilty, almost wanting to turn away and leave, but just as she turned, she saw that Miss Battosai was looking at her sword with an icy murderous intent in her eyes.

Miss Sword Master was helpless, so she braced herself and knocked on the door.

Actually, she wasn't very familiar with this family.

Decades ago, when she was still young and training her swordsmanship, she traveled across the entire island, helping many people along the way. This household was one of the people she casually saved back then.

This family were hunters who once risked venturing into the mountains to hunt a Bear Demon to offset the Lord's taxes. The outcome was predictable; they nearly perished to the bear.

Coincidentally, she passed by at that time, saw the Bear Demon was truly formidable, making it excellent material for honing sword skills, so she successfully killed the Bear Demon with a cut and a sliding thrust, saving their lives.

Afterwards, they treated her to a meal, claiming they wouldn't dare forget the life-saving grace, promising to do anything if she ever needed help.

Of course, Miss Sword Master didn't care much about it back then, not really believing ordinary mortals could aid her, they were too weak.

So after finishing the meal, she left directly, and both sides hadn't contacted each other in all these years. If it weren't for all the wealthy "friends" dying, she might not have remembered this poor "friend."

Hmm, she had hundreds of thousands of such poor "friends."

No choice, during her travels she had fought monsters, unruly individuals, and even natural calamities like storms and floods, saving countless people who all said similar things afterwards, but she never took them seriously.

These friends might be poor, but if each borrowed her a few tens and hundreds of Gold Coins, they might just settle Miss Battosai's debt.

But...

Sigh, she knew these friends were poor, but never expected them to be this impoverished, forget each lending a few hundred Witch Coins, even a few each might be too much.

Moreover, it's been so long, it's uncertain if they even recognize her as a "friend."

At this moment, Yagyū Jubei felt somewhat despondent, having experienced dozens of home-raiding "friend visits," she was baffled by "friends" now.

Those wealthy "friends" who frequently connected betrayed her, surely these "friends" not contacted for decades are even less reliable.

Really, settling with money by working seems more feasible, after all, she's a Sword Master, working for Miss Battosai a few hundred years might settle the debt.

While Miss Sword Master was lost in thought, the door quickly opened. A graceful witch emerged.

"Who are you looking for..... Lord Yagyū, it's you."

Seeing strangers at the door, the graceful witch was initially nervous, but soon widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Wonderful, Lord Yagyū you're fine! Those announcements were false, saying you were killed by Miss Battosai, I knew that couldn't...."

The witch's joy was evident, seeing her benefactor made her eyes somewhat moist with delight, but upon turning and seeing the cold-blooded Swordsman with a scarred face behind her benefactor, she was instantly dumbfounded.

"Bat...Bat...Battosai?"

Being widely circulated, the Thousand-Man Slayer Miss Battosai's image was well-known, and with the prior notifications claiming benefactor Lord Yagyū was killed by Miss Battosai, the graceful witch's family bore great hatred towards this enemy "Battosai," remembering it vividly, and now recognized her instantly.

But how could benefactor and enemy be together?

This unexpected situation caused the graceful witch's mind to freeze.

"It's a long story."

This situation also gave Yagyū Jubei a headache. Sigh, her impulse ruined Miss Battosai's reputation.

"Regardless, it's good Lord Yagyū is unharmed and that's a good thing."

Seeing her benefactor like this, the graceful witch nodded understandingly, not asking more, just warmly inviting the three inside.