Otaku Witch

Alright....

Watching the Angel Witch and the Succubus Witch still flying on their brooms with that "guess if I believe you" look, Dorothy put away her fishing rod, shivering with a mixture of laughter and anger.

Can't there be more trust between people in this world? Am I, Dorothy, the kind of person who would lie casually? When I say I am teaching Puppetry Technique, I am truly teaching it.

Yes, I admit there was a bit of a desire to tease this naive junior sister, but that was merely a means of making learning enjoyable, hmph.

She decided not to explain herself anymore and instead took the initiative.

"So, haven't had dinner yet, how about joining us?"

She gestured toward the nearby Grilled Meat Mountain, which although mysteriously no longer had a peak, still looked quite majestic, and extended the invitation.

After all, no one present was a stranger anymore, and the two across from her were merely her defeated foes, nothing to fear.

The Homebody Witch convinced herself of this with unassailable but illogical confidence.

This move of hers was called the strategy of using food to shut others' mouths.

"Yes, yes, Sister, I'll come right now,"

Upon hearing this, the two little puppets by Dorothy's side cheered like this, and then with a snap, a swift and slender figure quickly sprang up from downstairs.

Madeline: "...."

The Succubus Witch, seeing her own overly enthusiastic silly little sister, was speechless.

Audrey, oh Audrey, where is your social anxiety? Previously, when people invited you to dine, you wouldn't go, does a simple grilled meat meal really surpass the exotic delicacies of those top-tier gatherings?

However, Madeline ultimately didn't say much.

After all, aside from her family, it was the first time her sister didn't feel afraid of someone, which in a way, was a good thing.

Previously, she might have worried that someone wanted to harm her sister in situations like this, but now, after communicating through fists in yesterday's duel, she had recognized this somewhat mysterious young lady.

Even though her opponent's martial arts were still naive and the tactics extremely devious, those were merely superficial aspects. For a martial artist of her level, the martial philosophy revealed through their punches and kicks, the so-called Martial Warrior's Soul, was what truly mattered, and this young lady's Martial Warrior's Soul was very clear and resolute.

Yesterday, in her first-ever defeat in a duel, in the last moments as she was about to lose consciousness, the Succubus Witch clearly saw the Martial Warrior's Soul of the opponent who had defeated her.

It was a solitary figure sitting on the broken Sword Tomb amidst Corpse Mountain and the Blood Sea, on the cold Skeleton Throne.

She obviously wasn't an unbeaten genius; the tattered Battle Robe, the broken weapons by her side, the Dragon Horn broken off from her head, and the shattered Dragon Scales under her robe—all spoke of the numerous tragic defeats she had experienced.

Yet the imposing aura she exuded, proudly sitting on the Skeleton Throne built from the remains of her past enemies, and the calm yet unbending determination in her eyes were both so striking and brilliant.

In that foggy vision, Madeline saw this War God-like figure rise from the throne and gently approach her Martial Soul.

Her own Martial Soul, which because of never having known defeat so appeared immaculate and spotless, like the most glorious Paladin from the stories, now seemed like nothing more than a beautifully ornamented but empty threat.

Facing the seemingly down-and-out opponent, it panicked, hardly mustering the courage to fight back, and under one final strike, it completely disintegrated, becoming another ornament under the pile of corpses beneath the War God's throne.

Thus, the duel of yesterday was indeed her loss, even though members of the clubhouse angrily defended her afterwards, comforting her, claiming that she hadn't lost in pure martial skills and that the rules had been unfairly biased, so the result didn't count for much.

As a Martial Artist, Madeline could not deceive herself, she knew she had been defeated, utterly defeated, practically slaughtered and left without armor.

Her belief as a martial artist had been defeated.

Of course, these were not the main point, the main point was that this young lady's Martial Soul was so handsome, it was her ideal type.

Ahem, to admit it was somewhat embarrassing and shameful, but the reason why Madeline, who was born into an artistic family and should have been destined to wear the most beautiful clothes and put on the most charming makeup to sing and dance on stage, ended up crooked, becoming a Succubus Martial Saint who loved martial armor over beauty, was actually quite simple and somewhat childish.

She was merely captivated by the story of the two mothers who performed on stage about how the Dragon King once breached Dragon Island alone, subduing a horde of dragons with supreme violence; she fell in love at first sight with the Dragon King's unrestrained and proud demeanor in that story.

Especially at the end of the story, the severely wounded, blood-stained figure who, despite exhaustion, still managed to stand tall, proudly leaning on his long spear among the bowing dragons, was incredibly handsome.

From that point, Madeline harbored the heart of becoming such a legendary hero herself, and could no longer suppress that urge. She decisively, against her mothers' wishes, overcame the instincts of a Succubus template, and began to devote all her heart to the pursuit of martial arts and combat magic.

Regrettably, her talent in combat magic seemed a bit too strong. Ever since she switched to training as an Armed Witch specializing in the Combat Magic System, all her peers appeared to be weak; they were those who would get knocked down with just a few punches, which distressed Madeline quite a bit.

What she truly yearned for was the kind of fierce and equal duel described in the stories, longing for that tragically beautiful sensation of barely defeating an opponent after exhausting all means.

However, this generation of witches just couldn't measure up, hardly any were capable of standing against her; after fighting those weaklings, she didn't even break a sweat, let alone experience a mutually devastating battle.
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Alas, sometimes being too invincible is truly vexing.

Therefore, seeing her Martial Soul evolving more towards an undefeated Holy Knight, the Succubus Witch was both anxious and impatient in her heart, craving for an arch-rival to give her a hearty, vigorous true duel.

Madeline had almost lost hope in this academy, thinking she might as well wait until after graduation to go to the real battlefield, as the flowers in this greenhouse of an academy were too weak; real combat could only be found on the battlefield.

And then... she lost yesterday.

And she lost to someone possessing the Martial Soul she had dreamt of, a Martial Soul that was identical to the Dragon King from the stories her mothers played.

She had long admired and sought such an opponent, but when she actually confronted this kind of Martial Soul, she tragically discovered how fragile her martial Heart had always been.

I still have a long way to go, and the best way to overcome fear is to face it directly. As long as I spar more with this young lady, I can definitely do it.

The Succubus Witch thought so in her heart.

So now, when the young lady asked if she wanted to have dinner together, was there even a question? Of course, I will eat. Not only do I want to eat, but I also want to spar again after the meal.

Madeline thought this, then turned her head to look at the president by her side, who seemed to be in a somewhat bad mood; after all, the president was technically the owner of this rooftop, and she naturally needed the approval of the house owner to visit.

Sophia: "..."

Faced with three pairs of eyes staring at her, the Angel Witch who actually felt inexplicably compelled to refuse, ultimately couldn't voice her resistance.

After all, whether as the Student Council President or as an old acquaintance, she had no reason to refuse such a gathering with the sisters Madeline, and to decline would indeed make her appear odd.

So.....

"Do as you please, she's the lady after all," she ended up saying.

.... The Angel Witch reluctantly retorting in pride....