Otaku Witch

"Hmm, well this is how I look; are you satisfied now? Even if you're not, there's nothing I can do. After all, you're still young. An underage witch shouldn't stare for too long."

Dorothy said this to Butterfly Ying, who had already forgotten her anger.

Her beauty was too stimulating for a little witch whose worldview is not yet stable; looking too much might indeed ruin a lifetime.

Ah, this damn, elusive charm of mine.

The crowd below took a long time to gradually come to their senses. They felt as if they had just experienced a dream so wonderful they wanted to keep sinking into it, and even now, despite waking up, they still felt quite reluctant, not wanting to awaken at all.

Until a round sun rose behind the homebody witch on the high platform, enveloping the whole place in boundless Buddha light. Amidst the faint sandalwood incense, the bewildered minds of the crowd were cleansed by Buddhist law, and they gradually sobered up.

Suddenly, Butterfly Ying's face flushed red. The little witch, who was initially puffed with anger, suddenly felt shy about looking at Sister Battosai on the stage any longer. She hid behind her sister, truly becoming her sister's shadow, yet she couldn't resist peeking out again to secretly glance at her now inconspicuous benefactor sister.

Butterfly Zhen, however, sobered up faster. Miss Doctor was not as shy as her sister; she gracefully locked eyes with her benefactor on stage, her gaze filled with unabashed admiration and reverence.

In fact, she had always looked at her benefactor with such a gaze before.

It's laughable, even if the sanity check failed miserably, you can't make a who-was-already-a-zealot return to being a zealot; the faith value had already maxed out, alright.

To Miss Doctor, the benefactor's beauty was merely a pleasant surprise; she inherently revered her benefactor's soul and faith, and now she just liked it even more.

As for Yagyu Jubei on the side, well, Miss Great Sword Master was bowing her head, drinking heavily.

Sigh, why did I repay the money earlier? Should've just taken it as compensation.

Regret, real regret. Should I borrow some more?

Beside her, Battosai Kenshin also looked somewhat dazed; she stupidly gazed at the sword in her hand, then glanced at the beauty on stage, her expression a mix of bewilderment and contemplation.

Is this unprecedented stirring in my heart the feeling of the sword of bond?

Miss Sword Saint thought to herself.

She had originally thought she had devoted herself solely to the sword, loving only the sword in her hand, but now she realized she might be spiritually cheating a bit.

On the other side, undercover groups from the Guard Bureau, Yin Yang Bureau, and Heavenly Magistrate Office exchanged glances, seeing the unrest within each other's eyes.

But all three sides were people with grand ambitions, quickly regaining their composure, yet they couldn't help some self-mockery.

They had seen the world, after all, having acted under the Nine-Tailed Fox, Tamamo-no-Mae. They thought after enduring the Fox Spirit's baptism, they would have seen through beauty.

They had seen how Tamamo-no-Mae toyed with those she charmed among the Chinese Clan; they had previously ridiculed the deplorable and contemptible descent of the clan who forgot their Chinese glory.

But now...

We thought we were different from them; we just hadn't met someone who truly moved us.

The Chinese Clan really is ourselves.

Good thing the previous acting was by Tamamo-no-Mae and not this True King of a Hundred Demons; otherwise, they might have turned traitor while undercover.

Oh, wait, Lady Dorothy, why did you act like a cold-hearted assassin before? Why bother with life-risking performances when you could just remove the disguise? Japan would have peacefully united ages ago, with everyone being good comrades of the "I want to be Lady Dorothy's dog" faction.

Founding a nation on idols, governing through fan circles, alright.

Yes, this is very Japan.

As for the event's hosts, Ibuki Yuuki and other Hyakki were now exhilarated; they were already Slick Ghost's die-hard loyalists and now ready to lay down their lives.

If Dorothy were to lead the Night Parade of Hyakki and borrow the Master of Spirits and Demons' power yet again, she would discover what true Ghost King Power is.

As for the initially conceited Senior Wenwen…

"Wah, I'm so stupid, really. Even though I'm from the Hermes Family, claiming to be the Envoy of Lies, how could I be naive enough to think the lady's mask hides no more masks?"

The Black Wing Witch was quite hurt. The one who tricked people daily was finally played by someone.

But can she be blamed? Clearly not.

Even if the ancestral elder of Hermes came, she probably wouldn't have imagined such an impenetrable disguise on a Witch Academy freshman, honestly.

One can only say ignorance limited her imagination; she thought the lady's excellence was already outrageous enough, and such talent didn't need any embellishment of appearance. But who would have thought that her face was even more enticing than her talents?

Of course, this wasn't the main reason for Wenwen's hurt. The most important thing was she sadly discovered her Photography Technique still failed to capture the lady's true visage.

But this time, she really couldn't use her skills to remove the mosaic.

Damn, neither the Mirror Flower, Water Moon's Illusion Technique nor the witch's Photoshop Technique could recreate even a fraction of the lady's beauty. She missed out on a billion here.

Really, had she recorded the lady's beauty, the Witch Daily's headline would have been permanently locked. Not just witches from all over the world, but the entire Western Universe would have been entrapped in this unspeakable beauty.

What a huge scoop, what massive traffic.

Sigh, once there was a golden mountain before me, but I failed to seize it, only regretting it after it was gone.

Merry Maker, colossal failure.

Oh wait, perhaps I became the merry one; this seems not bad, quite entertaining.

"Humph, I don't believe evil. From now on, I, Wenwen, will be competing with the lady. I refuse to believe I can't capture you!"

The Black Wing Witch felt she might have found the goal worth pursuing for a lifetime.

If she could overcome the lady's mosaic technique, the permanent headline would still be Wenwen's.

In summary, everyone below had their own thoughts.

And those on stage silently sighed.

"Ah, it's my looks causing all this trouble."

Dorothy looked at the crowd below, noticing their loyalty skyrocketing, yet seeming a bit odd, knowing these family members might never be pure again, which grieved her.

I treated you as family; how could you all want to sleep with me? Between family members, shouldn't there be sisterly affection? Your affection has corrupted, you know?

"Cut it out; stop getting benefits and then complaining."

Above her head, Hat Senior Sister sulkily retorted.

Damn, this setting of boosting loyalty by just showing your face is really convenient. Even as the Future Fourth King, she didn't have such domineering authority.

"Humph, Rosie, if you continue being excessive, you'll end up playing yourself, beware of getting caught and locked in the basement."

The Evil God Witch waved her tentacles, casting a curse of jealousy.

"I won't because there's you, isn't there? You'll protect me, won't you?"

Dorothy smiled and pinched Hat Senior Sister's cute little tentacle, then blinked her eyes, as pretty as a crescent spring full of intoxicating laughter, as she said.

Senior Fanny: "....."

The Evil God Witch looked at her master, who had a "I'll rely on you, Senior Sister" look, although she knew it was Rosie's teasing.

Wah, wah, wah, how can one withstand this?

The black hat suddenly turned into a red hat, even steaming.

That damn Rosie, you're courting death, wait until my true form comes out in fifty years, regardless of whether it's the destruction of the world by evil thoughts or the salvation by divine thoughts, you'll definitely end up locked in the basement.

Humph.....beauties are only meant for the strong.

"Alright, let's get back on topic. Everyone, this invitation for you to attend the feast is for bidding farewell, yet before the departure, I have one last gift to give you."

Dorothy finally addressed the main topic.

She gathered everyone not truly to deploy the beauty tactic; currently, all the Dragon Vein Patrons of Japan are present, which means the Great Barrier of Fantasy Village can be established.

....The homebody witch is delivering gifts....