Otaku Witch

"Thank you, my lord, for saving our lives."

The villagers, having come to their senses, looked in awe at the petite Scythe Weasel Witch. Though they were grateful that this ninja had killed the samurai and saved them, they were also wary of the unknown identity of the ninja witch, fearing that they had just escaped one danger only to fall into another.

Ultimately, it was the old village chief, supported by the Sanada Wife, who struggled to stand up from the ground and sincerely expressed his gratitude.

"It's nothing, I just happened to pass by, and I didn't save you intentionally. It was simply this guy's reckless blabbering that got him killed."

Iga Maya waved her hand and said.

As the Scythe Weasel Witch, her ears were very keen, and the wind carried all the sounds from nearby to her. Just now, that Samurai Leader had dared to slander Lady Dorothy, which was his path to self-destruction.

"No matter what, it's a fact that you saved our lives, but please forgive us for our rudeness. The village is in such a state now, and there's really nothing we can offer to entertain you."

The old village chief, with a bruised face, showed an apologetic expression. She looked around at the village, once poor and shabby but quiet and peaceful, now turned into a sea of fire, years of effort by the villagers turned to ashes overnight.

At this thought, the elder couldn't help but shed tears, and some of the more gentle villagers also wept as they looked towards their homes.

The ninja girl, witnessing this, was at a loss. She had been trained as an assassin, became an Avenger, and was now a porter for the Witch's Home, so she never learned how to comfort others.

This kind of thing was truly not her forte.

Fortunately, she wasn't alone this time, it's just that her companions couldn't fly as fast as she, who could harness the Power of Wind, but they should be arriving soon.

Indeed, under Iga Maya's anticipation, a group of witches dressed in uniform white clothing came running, out of breath, led by none other than Butterfly Zhen.

"Lord Iga, you moved too fast."

The Doctor Witch said while catching her breath.

However, when Butterfly Zhen saw the tragic state of the village, her expression changed instantly.

"Quickly, help and treat the wounded."

She instructed the people behind her and immediately went to the severely injured old village chief, starting the treatment without a word.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

Seeing this seemingly imposing group of outsiders, the villagers were initially on guard, but when they saw the White-Clad Witches skillfully treating the injured, they breathed a sigh of relief and expressed their gratitude.

In response to the village chief's thanks, Butterfly Zhen only smiled gently and said it was no trouble. After bandaging the elder, she hurried to treat Sanada Kana nearby. Once most of the injured villagers received treatment, the Doctor Witch wiped her sweat, stood up, and looked at the village, now in ruins, gritting her teeth.

"These damned bastards..."

She gritted her teeth in anger as she looked at the bodies of the samurai on the ground.

But she soon calmed her anger and returned to the village chief.

"Elder, what are your plans for the village?"

She asked.

"Plans? Of course, to rebuild the village. Life must go on."

The elder, nearing a thousand-year lifespan, had faced such events before in her long life. She took it well, especially this time with the help of benefactors, it was much better than before. Only some property was lost, at least no one from the village was harmed, unlike every previous bandit attack where the village lost many people.

"Forgive my bluntness, elder, but staying here is not a wise choice."

Butterfly Zhen shook her head and said, then looked at the bodies of the samurai on the ground.

The elder followed the gentle doctor's gaze and was startled but quickly realized the doctor's concern, becoming anxious.

"Alas, this is disastrous, truly disastrous. These samurai died in the village; what will we do if the Chinese Clan Patriarchs hold us accountable?"

As someone whose entire life had been overshadowed by the Chinese Clan, the authority and invincibility of the clan were almost ingrained in the mind of the old village chief.

Now, with the samurai sent by these patriarchs dead in the village, it was a situation impossible to explain away. Once the clan's investigators arrived, the village faced imminent disaster, an imminent catastrophe.

Fortunately, the lengthy years had given the elder ample composure and wisdom. She lifted her head and looked at the Doctor Witch who questioned her.

"Please, could you guide us towards a brighter path?"

Since this young doctor asked, she surely wasn't asking lightly, indicating she had come prepared.

In response, Butterfly Zhen shook her head again.

"There is no bright path. Elder, surely you have experienced much and understand the despair and oppression of Japan better than a junior like me."

She gestured to the bodies of the samurai on the ground.

"Although you did not kill these samurai, the patriarchs won't care about the truth. They only know their men died in your village, and that's enough reason for them to send someone to destroy the entire village."