Otaku Witch

So, there was only one thing she could do.

Miss Nun ignited her Golden Finger, and the God's Blood burned fiercely within her, transforming into immense Strength.

However, this God's Blood, not yet nourished by enough Faith, burnt quickly. But it didn't matter, she was still quite young, and her Life Force was ample.

She had to take responsibility for her own mistakes, the sins she created could only be ended by herself.

Still, what a failed life it was. She had been too caught up in various research, burning the midnight oil, and didn't experience any of the beauty of another world. Now it's all gone: her father is gone, the dragon is dead, her sister turned dark, and all her followers became barbecue. Just look at what she's been protecting.

Tch, is this the price of being the protagonist? It figures, a protagonist's life is destined to be tumultuous, a life of misfortune. Why was I fooling around wanting to be a protagonist out of boredom?

The inflated Miss Nun was slapped awake, only realizing the truth a bit too late.

And now, having lost everything, she had no grand ambitions left, only one thing to do: at least save this out-of-control sister before her.

Otherwise, as a transmigrator, she'd really be losing face. She wouldn't have the nerve to speak when meeting other comrades.

With the God's Blood burning within her, Miss Nun clenched her fists and walked toward her sister, whose eyes were filled with madness.

........

"Damn, that hurt like hell."

Dorothy suddenly jumped up. The burning pain she had just felt all over her body seemed to still linger, causing her to feel phantom pain.

But she immediately bumped her head into something soft, and then a familiar fragrance filled her nostrils.

It was a scent she was very familiar with, so familiar that it was etched deep into her Soul, since they grew up together, and even spent most of their time sleeping in the same bed.

It was the scent of irises, and it was the smell of her sister Denisha.

Her good sister never used any perfume. Well, a country bumpkin couldn't afford such high-end stuff anyway.

But there was once a vast sea of irises outside the village that had turned into a sea of fire, blooming with countless blue irises. Her sister often passed by that sea of flowers while shepherding, and would come back carrying the fragrance of irises.

Miss Nun used to really like this floral scent. When the sisters slept at night, she would use her sister as a pillow, falling asleep while smelling the faint fragrance on her body.

However, the homebody witch didn't really like irises, especially blue ones.

Because the flower language of these flowers wasn't auspicious, symbolizing worn-out passion, drifting fate, and love that is never forgotten.

In her past life's homeland, the blue iris was also known as Zhu Yingtai's flower, which showed how inauspicious it was.

Dorothy hated these tragic things.

The homebody witch opened her eyes and saw her good sister looking down at her as well.

She was lying on her good sister's lap, enjoying what might be the highest treatment in the world, a lap pillow.

Their eyes met, and this face, nearly reaching a divine visage, was breathtakingly beautiful, a far cry from the country bumpkin in her memories.

However, those emerald eyes were filled with the same indulgence as in her memories.

Seeing her sister awaken, these eyes curved slightly, revealing a smile, but the smile soon faded, replaced by a scolding that carried no real threat.

"How could you be so reckless? Those people aren't worth such sacrifice from you. I don't want there to be a next time, or else there's no need for that Japan to exist."

Her sister looked at the sister in her arms with heartache, speaking so coldly.

Earlier, she had only managed to hold back from directly destroying Japan with immense willpower. To her, let alone Japan, the entire world wasn't as important as a strand of her sister's hair.

"Yes, yes, I will listen to you, sister."

Dorothy had no choice but to obediently lie back down.

"Does it hurt?"

Denisha gently stroked her sister's head and asked.

"Not really."

The homebody witch blinked her eyes, responding like this.

She was speaking the truth, since Little Four had taken on all the pain.

....The Fairy King was muttering curses....