Otaku Witch-Chapter 381: Dorothy who hasn’t taken her medication.

In the wee hours, at the top floor of the Tower of Shine, in Dorothy’s room. Read the latest on novelbuddy

A portal suddenly opened, and the Grand Inquisitor, wearing a clown mask and a gorgeous battle robe, stepped out—then vanished abruptly.

On the bed, the homebody witch, who had been clad in cartoon puppet dragon pajamas, abruptly opened her eyes, then with a flip like a carp leaping, sat up from the bed.

"Tsk, what a long night it has been, so many annoyances."

Dorothy muttered to herself.

She shook her head, shaking off the remnants of sleepiness, then with a snap of her fingers, the witch’s life series magic started to operate automatically.

The bed that had been a mess due to poor sleeping posture tidied itself up, and the Angel’s Velvet comforter folded itself neatly, becoming a perfectly squared military-style tofu block.

Oh, speaking of which, this Angel’s Velvet comforter was a gift from Sophia when she moved in, imbued with the pure scent of Holy Light. It was not only lightweight and warm, making one feel as though basking in the sun, but also guaranteed to prevent nightmares when sleeping under it at night.

Um, it always smelled faintly of Sophia, though—it was unclear whether she had used it herself, or if....

Well, it’s just a rumor, you know—I heard that angel feathers supposedly shed and regrow every once in a while.

Cough cough...

The homebody witch dared not continue the thought and hurriedly climbed out of bed. In the process, her puppet dragon pajamas slid off her body on their own, giving the impression that a nudist beauty had just crawled out of a puppet dragon’s mouth, which was rather stirring.

Then, a black ribbon floated out from the nearby wardrobe and twined around Dorothy like mist. As the dark clouds dispersed, the originally almost glowingly pale perfect body was suddenly encased in a layer of thin black silk tight garment.

That black was so glossy it reflected light.

emmmm..... it seems even more provocative now.

Dorothy stood in front of the mirror and took a look at her reflection, shamefully flexing her phantom limbs. With a snap of her fingers, a pair of Moon Rabbit model bunny ears appeared atop her head...

"Hiss... my wife."

The homebody witch immediately hugged the mirror and rubbed against it vigorously.

Witch’s tight garment, so civilized.

Alright, Dorothy’s long-dead dignity from her past life was initially vehemently against wearing it when her little sister Alice suggested it. But after trying it on once, she became an instant fan, because this magical garment, which felt like wearing nothing at all and had no sense of restriction, warm in winter and cool in summer, and came with high magic resistance, was just too practical.

"Magic mirror, oh magic mirror, who is that beauty with a graceful figure whose loveliness outshines the bright moon in the sky by a hundredfold?"

"It’s me, Dorothy da."

After her daily customary self-admiration, a black school uniform-style robe covered the absolutely indecently beautiful scene, and the cute white bloomers also snugly concealed her black silk-clad legs.

Then, her dark-as-night hair plaited itself into down-to-earth braids, and the large black glasses landed on that indescribably beautiful face, covering up her otherworldly allure like dark clouds concealing the moon.

Finally, with her bangs in place, an ordinary young lady was freshly baked.

...

Ten minutes later, when Sophia emerged from the room, she saw her mistress humming a joyful tune while having breakfast.

The Pure White Witch, with a single ahoge moving atop her head, felt slightly puzzled.

Did something good happen to the mistress? She seems so cheerful.

However, Sophia didn’t care to wonder further; she simply took her usual seat at the dining table and picked up today’s Little Witch Daily to read.

Tsk, this news outlet still lacks any serious journalism, filled with all sorts of sensational stories of dubious truth just to catch people’s eyes.

Take for instance the reason why the Princess of the Wild Hunt Legion can’t marry off, or how the newly appointed chief of the Eternal Pure Land isn’t a homebody, or that the cherry blossoms in Japan blooming particularly abundantly this year must be a sign of good omens and the like.

Sophia glanced casually at it, and after a while, the young mistress sat down across from her with breakfast in hand. It was only then that the Pure White Witch tucked away the newspaper and began to enjoy the delicious meal before her.

Just...

"Hey, Sophie, do you believe in me?"

The Angel Witch had just picked up a bun and was about to take a bite when the young mistress across from her suddenly asked this with an expectant look.

"Believe, believe, believe, of course I do, you are my young mistress after all."

The Pure White Witch responded dismissively as she opened her mouth to take a bite of the bun; the juicy meat filling spilled out, making her close her eyes in enjoyment.

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"So if someone told you to leave with her, to leave me, would you listen to her?"

The young mistress asked again from across the table.

This made the Pure White Witch, who was enjoying her food, somewhat speechless. She could only think that her young mistress must have forgotten her medication today.

"No, no, my young mistress, I told you I am absolutely loyal to you. Only death could part us; can we drop this now?"

Feeling like her pleasant morning was being dragged down by the mistress’s daily fits, Sophia looked at her with disgust but still spoke.

"And what if that person is someone very close to you?"

The young mistress on the other side seemed particularly ill today.

"I don’t have anyone close to me; the closest people to me are my teacher and yourself, young mistress."

The Pure White Witch was on the verge of exasperation, but still, she said so.

"What if that person is also very powerful, and you can’t beat her, and she forcefully wants to..."

"Shut up and eat."

The Angel Witch, beyond her patience, shoved the partially eaten bun in her hand into the young mistress’s mouth, shutting up her unusually chatty mouth for the day.

How come she’s acting like a resentful woman about to be abandoned today, so annoying. Can’t she have a bit of the strong aura like the teacher has?

Dorothy: "....."

Alright then, since what needed to be confirmed has been confirmed, she can start her actions without any psychological burden.

Her mouth moved like a hamster, she ate the bun that was stuck in her mouth, and then said to the Pure White Witch across from her,

"So the contract is established, Sophia. Get ready, after the Witch’s Night festival ends next week, that will be the day you ascend to become the God King Holy Child. Those are my words."

Sophia: "???"

The Pure White Witch’s antenna-like hair turned into question marks as she looked at the young mistress with the kind of gaze one reserves for loving an idiot.

She thought it might be necessary to find a school doctor to check the young mistress’s brain. Otherwise, how could she utter such absurd things?

I’ve been preparing for so long, and I’ve still not dared to act. Not to mention next week, next year seems too soon, my young mistress. Do you think you’re the Witch King who can directly decree my fate?

"Yes, yes, yes, I’m looking forward to it. I’ll go prepare the inauguration speech later."

The Pure White Witch rolled her eyes, completely done with this medicated-neglecting individual.

...Sophia’s disdain continued...