Otaku Witch-Chapter 1798 - 932: Audience (2)

Senior Fanny continued to channel magic power to her Master, who was clearly caught up in a state of realization, to prevent him from exhausting himself after a short period of transformation into a dragon. Simultaneously, she had to shroud Dorothy's dragon body with a cognitive barrier, since the Face of God wasn't only effective in human form.

If not for her quick reflexes just now, Dorothy would have transformed in front of the entire opera house audience, and even if she were a Great Dragon, she would have faced a tragic fate at the hands of countless Dragon Knights.

Alas, life is difficult, sighed the senior.

Hat Senior Sister could only lie on the Dragon Horn Crown of the White Night Dragon, indulging herself slightly as a reward.

Heh heh, you can only watch, but I can get as close as I like, a sure win for me.

The Merry Maker chuckled to himself, full of superiority.

As for the homebody witch? She knew nothing; her eyes were fixed solely on the leaping Golden Crow Kagura Dance, and the Heavenly Book she'd been comprehending for so long but just needed a final push to grasp was now shining brightly in her mind.

The pure white, holy silhouette, bird-like yet dragonish, spread its wings and soared into the endless sunlight.

Meanwhile, Amaterasu Life Kikyo, who had been dancing alone in the sky, naturally noticed the changes in her young master. Yet, Miss Divine Witch wasn't alarmed; she simply twisted her body, transforming the sacred shrine maiden into her original form as a Divine Bird.

This Divine Bird resembled a crow, but it had three legs on its belly, and though entirely black, golden divine fire entwined amidst its wings, exuding supreme sanctity and awe-inspiring majesty.

"Aoo..."

"Gah..."

The Dragon Roar and crow cry resonated with each other, making space in the dance for the lonesome Golden Crow to dance alongside the White Dragon.

Initially, both sides were somewhat uncoordinated, but under the guidance of the White Dragon and with the Golden Crow's compliance, the dance of the Divine Birds became much more harmonious, eventually reaching perfection. At first glance, it even bore a semblance to the Phoenix Dance.

Uh, well, the Phoenix Dance is about courtship and union, which may not be quite appropriate here.

Though the White Dove and the Golden Crow did somewhat nuzzle and chase each other, with their occasional alignments reminiscent of the dance, after all, a duet is just like that.

Hmm, can't wash it away, anyway, the two of them danced merrily.

The only problem is, when the two Sun Gods have their fun, others might just be blinded by it.

In any case, the originally quietly perched fourth sun in the sky started to stir slightly, as if hearing the summoning of its own creator, ready to descend and indulge. Fortunately, an invisible dragon claw in the sky slapped down on the White Dove Dragon in the Sun Wheel, pacifying her somewhat.

Then, the once solemn eyes of the sky-covering dragon slightly curved, watching the scene below with a hint of a smile.

"Nidhogg, what are you doing?"

A cold voice rang in the Black Dragon's ear, who didn't turn back but continued watching below while replying.

"Just watching for fun, isn't this kid quite interesting?"

She replied as such.

In response, the holy Twelve-Winged Angel remained noncommittal, watching this good apprentice with a hint of skepticism.

Just now, the Lord God King was prepared to restrain her unruly sister, the sun, but surprisingly, Nidhogg acted before she could, which raised her curiosity slightly.

Since when has this serious and rigid apprentice of the Dragon King started to enjoy the fun? She's not like Artie, the mischievous child.

Denisha thought, then looked down at her own hands.

Hmm, she hadn't come alone; in her hand, she held a girl with an angelic face yet a devilish figure... emmm, well, except for the slightly lacking chest, her hips and legs were truly devilish.

"You old witch, let go of me, I want to tear that shrine maiden apart, I didn't even get a chance to indulge with the teacher, this is outrageous, this opportunity should be mine."

Well, this exquisite beauty clearly seemed mature, yet was now wailing and fussing—had the God King not been holding her, she'd likely be rolling all over the ground by now.

Who would have thought that this unruly one was the current Witch King, the great His Majesty the Devil King?

Yeah, the reason Denisha was a step behind in acting just now was that she first went to grab this prank-loving grand-apprentice.

"Artie, have you had enough?"

The Black Dragon still didn't turn her head, only slightly tilting her dragon eyes to catch a glimpse of her mischievous pupil, then speaking in a rather nonchalant tone.

Instantly, the once crying and whining Lord Demon King quieted down, standing up straight and properly.

Though she recognized only one teacher in her heart, this troublesome old dragon was just her mentor in name and a tool for strengthening after all, but she had no choice; this mentor was truly capable of a firm hit, the iron fist of the Dragon King really hurt, ignoring defense, causing undeniable pain.

So, she dared to be disrespectful to the God King because the God King, this old person, had indeed mellowed a lot, her temper was much gentler, and as long as you didn't push her too far, mere verbal jabs wouldn't make her act for real—at most, there'd be a reprimand or being locked in a small dark room, but this old dragon...

Darn, you Mother Tyrannosaurus wait for me! The day I find a way to counter your fists, I'll surely make you my mount.

Artie thought angrily.

Hmm, even while thinking this, she had to deploy countless barriers in her mind to isolate it, fearing this Mother Tyrannosaurus's even more terrifying beastly instinct might catch on.

Seeing the mischievous kid quieting down, Denisha let go of this prone-to-malices figure, turning her head to glance at the gigantic Black Dragon beside her, internally musing how it takes similar to subdue the similar.

However, the once gluttonous and lazy earth-eating fat dragon had now transformed into this, which sometimes left the Lord God King with mixed feelings.

Back then, after successfully storming heaven and devouring Gabriel's Destiny Authority, almost becoming an incarnation of Heavenly Reason, the first thought Denisha had was to reverse past tragedies.

Sadly, she couldn't locate the soul of her most beloved sister, the revered Reverend Father didn't wish to be resurrected and preferred continuous reincarnation, and ultimately, she could only fish out the fragment soul of that gluttonous dragon from the River of Destiny and handed it to the Mother of the World, letting the Mother Superior re-nurture her.

Initially, she didn't hold much hope for this guy, after all, although age-wise, the gluttonous dragon was the eldest among the church's three sisters, her mental age was the youngest.

Anyway, as a child, that Little Fatty Dragon was only known to follow her and her sister around as a little tagalong, mooching off food and drink, not displaying much intelligence.

Hmm, anyway, Denisha refused to acknowledge this creature as a sister; only she could be Sister Dorothy, the childish dragon was unworthy.

However, after the gluttonous dragon's reincarnation, her character morphed into something unfamiliar to Denisha, granted with diligence, self-discipline, seriousness, solemnity, and other noble qualities entirely unrelated to the gluttonous dragon's previous self now encompassed her.

Even though the Witch Clan was created by the God King, Denisha had to admit, as the creator, Nidhogg truly was the Witch King.

The only problem was, that cherished memory of the tagalong Little Fatty Dragon seemed genuinely gone; Nidhogg had proven through actions she wasn't Emora.

Thus, none of her three family members could she salvage.

She, an agent of Heavenly Reason, was simply a joke, for none of the things she truly wished to protect could she preserve, all shattered by her own hands.

Fortunately, nowadays, her sister was back.

Denisha stood atop the clouds, overlooking the White Dragon dancing below.

She longed to rush down and reunite with her sister, but as this thought arose, she recalled her bloodstained hands that had once been immersed in her sister's blood.

Such as herself, what qualifies her to touch her sister again?

For her sister's welfare, she, the calamity, should remain distant, lest another accident occurs.

Yeah, merely watching over her sister like this already made her feel greatly gratified.

In response, the Black Dragon beside her turned slightly, weighing her gaze subtly.

Alas, these sisters one and two are all worrisome, without her, this family's bound to fall apart sooner or later.

....Life is hard, the Black Dragon sighed....