Otaku Witch

Time rewound to half an hour ago.

Although Dorothy had just met the Future Fourth King and received the terrifying news that the world might end in fifty years, and even kidnapped an incarnation of the Future Fourth King to serve as her familiar, none of this could stop her determination to go home and cook.

Well, humans are iron, and food is steel, without it one would panic from hunger.

Although witches can be considered a subspecies of humans and indeed wouldn't feel hungry without food, as a little witch who was in the midst of growing her magic power, Dorothy was in dire need of the replenishing magic provided by the high-level ingredients in her three meals a day.

"I'll have barbecue tonight,"

she thought to herself, and that is exactly what she did.

As soon as she got home, she eagerly dug out a barbecue grill from the kitchen cabinet—one that Sophia likely never used—and moved it to the balcony along with these barbecuing tools and a whole single-legged barbaric ox leg she had taken out from the fridge.

"Indeed, barbecue really needs to be enjoyed in the open air on the balcony to taste right."

The little witch thought as such, and then leisurely hummed a tune while she took care of the massive ox leg.

The single-legged barbaric ox was a very magical beast, resembling the Kui ox from her memory of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. It looked like an ox but stood on only one leg; however, this creature had great strength and speed, its full-speed charge could shake the ground and mountains, making it a very frightening and ferocious high-rank magical beast.

What a pity that in front of a witch, such dangerous magical beasts were only fit to appear on a dinner plate.

Wuu wuu, my poor ox.

Just when Dorothy was skillfully handling this huge ox leg, which could be used as a clublike weapon, with incredible knife work, a mouth once again split open at the top of her new hat, from which came a cry full of pity.

Homebody witch: "..."

Tsk, she almost forgot about the presence of this future deity atop her head, equally compassionate towards all creatures. But what about a deity? Even if you're not a deity yet, even if you were, don't expect to stop me from eating meat.

Therefore, after Dorothy's kitchen knife had masterfully dismembered the ox leg with her skill close to magic, she twirled the knife into a couple of beautiful arcs and then pointed the sharp blade threateningly at the still sobbing Hat Senior Sister.

"Enough talk, I just want to know if you're going to eat later or not."

"Eat, of course, I'll eat! You're asking after all. Remember to add more cumin, I don't like spicy food,"

the black witch hat extended two small tentacles to wipe the 'divine tears' representing godly pity from next to the large mouth split at the tip of its triangular shape, and only then spoke firmly.

Good, it seems today senior Fanny once again had her cruel witch dream triumph over the nightmare of vengeance from another kind. The likelihood of world-ending has been reduced by one point, truly a cause for celebration, cause for celebration.

Dorothy, feeling satisfied inside her heart for having made a great contribution to saving the world, put away her kitchen knife and then started to prepare the ingredients.

She sprinkled seasoning over the prepared ingredients and instinctively wanted to use the Mage's Hand to evenly spread the seasoning. However, after looking at the hat on her head, she changed her mind.

Hmm, I'm not raising freeloaders, familiars should act like familiars.

She immediately made use of the authority as a "master" to borrow Hat Senior Sister's power.

From beneath the wide brim of the witch hat, clean and neat and also soft tentacles emerged, which started earnestly massaging the beef and spreading the seasoning.

senior Fanny: "..."

I, the mighty Fourth King, the future Almighty God, you're making me do this? My sacred and perfect body is meant for this?

But remembering the desserts and cookies made by Dorothy she had tasted before, the great God of the Future decided to forgive this abuser of divine power.

Okay, who is the master now? I, weak, pitiful, and helpless, have no choice but to submit and let you misuse my body like this.

However, that was obviously a joke. Although she was indeed now Dorothy's familiar, given the huge difference in power between them, Dorothy would have a hard time using her power if she truly wasn't willing.

At that moment, Hat Senior Sister stealthily retracted one tentacle and tucked it into the hat's mouth to give it a lick.

Tsk, these tentacles are almost marinated; the deliciousness in waiting seems promising.

With that, she happily added a few more tentacles to massage those delicious chunks of meat. Stay connected through empire

For Fanny, this was quite a novel experience. After all, although she didn't have a public identity in the past, she was actually treated in secret with the standards befitting the Future Fourth King, with a group of people waiting on her hand and foot.

Therefore, the idea of cooking for herself was out of the question; no one would dare to let the future king waste time on such a trivial matter.

Even though Fanny was actually quite interested in these things herself, whenever she wanted to give it a try, the witches serving her would act as if they had failed in their duties, prompting her to lose interest over time.

And that was why she now preferred to choose Dorothy, an outsider, as her "host" rather than let those bureaucrats who knew her identity take her out for fun.

In a way, her contract with Dorothy as a familiar to sneak out could also be considered running away from home, but as long as she didn't use her powers on a large scale, probably no one would notice her incarnation had slipped away.

Of course, even if she were found out, there was nothing to fear. Since the Three Kings Teacher wasn't minding her anymore, she was indeed choosing her own life, fulfilling their expectations.

As for the worries of those bureaucrats tasked with caring for her, who cares? How could I, as the future king, be bound by my subjects?

Thought the willful runaway king to herself.

As for Dorothy, she had no idea what the hat-wearing familiar on her head was thinking. She just suddenly realized that this Familiar Senior Sister was really quite handy.

Magic may be convenient, but occasionally getting hands-on and working with kitchen utensils is a pleasure, too.

For instance, food prepared with culinary magic felt a bit like it was made by a machine, lacking something in the subtle details compared to handmade dishes.

Yep, this must be what Soul Eaters mean when they say food produced by machines lacks soul.

Dorothy, who had previously been too lazy to cook because she thought preparing the ingredients was a hassle and didn't want to get her hands dirty, now thought differently...

Hat Senior Sister, quickly use your all-powerful tentacles.

Although those tentacles of senior sister looked a bit scary at first glance, they were actually really handy and convenient as long as she didn't make them all sticky and gross.

Manipulating these nimble little tentacles to skewer kebabs, Dorothy suddenly understood senior sister's aesthetics while feeling the tactile sensation no different—and perhaps even more acute—than using her own hands.

These little guys were really kind of cute.

Immediately, more little tentacles dangled down from the hat on her head, turning into a veritable hat jellyfish. Under the busy work of the coordinated tentacles, the small grill began to glow, and a magical and indescribable aroma started spreading from the balcony.

Downstairs, Little Fox, who was doing her family's Succubus Exercise on her balcony to maintain her flexibility, initially wanted to endure the enticing scents, but her tolerance broke as the aromas became increasingly unbearable.

With a wave of her hand, several little puppets climbed upwards and politely knocked on the barrier of the apartment above, intending to remind the neighbor not to be so inconsiderate.

Then she discovered that the barrier above her had been opened, and a familiar figure peered down.

"Ah, Audrey?"

Dorothy, who had been focusing on directing the little tentacles to grill, opened the barrier and looked down when she saw the familiar little puppet of her junior. She immediately recognized the little junior sister from the floor below.

"What are you doing here? I thought this wasn't the Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman's room?"

Dorothy, still unaware of her junior sister's true identity, remembered the Succubus Witch who had just lost consciousness from a beating the previous day.

"Senior sister?"

Little Fox's face showed shock. Wasn't the room above the Student Council President's?

Although it was rumored that senior sister was the president's girlfriend, Audrey had never imagined they had progressed to practically living together.

Ah, senior sister, you're so bold. The news club is still keeping it under wraps, I see.

The innocent Little Fox thought with a blushing face.

No wonder senior sister wasn't interested in her; she must really have someone she likes. That's the only way she could ignore Little Fox's charm.

It all made sense now. But to think that her attraction could be ignored because of the president meant that their relationship must be strong. Senior sister is indeed a good witch, still devoted in this age.

.....A curious misunderstanding ensued.....