Otaku Witch

Finally, after dealing with Sophia, Dorothy entered the kitchen with a light and pleasant step. She put on her beloved pink fluffy rabbit apron and prepared to start cooking tonight's dinner.

Indeed, she had been tired all day, so she decided to indulge herself with a good meal.

She opened the fridge and took out a piece of long-cherished Dragon Meat from the freezer. The strong magic power emanating from this chunk of meat made it clear that it wasn't comparable to that showy Sub-Dragon Meat; this was True Dragon meat.

Well, even though it was a bit horrifying for Dorothy, a Dragon Witch with close ties to the Dragon Clan, to eat the meat of a True Dragon, this was actually quite commonplace. After all, Great Dragons often practised cannibalism among themselves.

Just like Fafnir on her shoulder, who was usually only interested in various precious metals, it too perked up at the sight of this Dragon Meat, seeming somewhat eager to try it.

In the Dragon Realm, after different factions of Great Dragons fought, the victor would consume the remains of the loser. This was nothing unusual; rather than having any side effects, it could greatly strengthen oneself and offer a chance to obtain some of the loser's abilities and traits.

Indeed, it was as if the laws of the Dragon Realm itself encouraged this kind of mutual devouring. The law of the beast, "survival of the fittest," was fully exhibited there.

At first, Dorothy was actually against the idea of eating Dragon Meat because her rationality couldn't accept eating an intelligent creature. Just the thought of it made her uncomfortable.

But this obstacle was like some people being squeamish about eating animal heads; it was relatively easy to overcome with a little effort. After actually taking a few bites, her witch's brutal nature effortlessly helped her accept this fact, and the ultimate deliciousness of the Dragon Meat and its abundance of magic power instantly won her over.

Even so, Dorothy's taste remained relatively mild among the witches. After all, other witches, especially the Armed Witches, had no taboos when it came to food. Apart from witches of their kind and closely related humans, they could put almost any other consumable race on their dining table.

Thankfully, this brutal dietary habit was rather conservative within the peaceful world of witches. After all, they had to consider the feelings of the otherworldly races that submitted to the witches. However, if it were the front-line battlefield, then the Battle Group's cafeteria would be an entire horror movie scene, with bizarre dishes like pan-fried Angel wings, charcoal-grilled Demon hearts, and Elf stewed with Fish People, which are genuinely frightening.

Dorothy now could only bring herself to accept beastly otherworldly races as ingredients. Humanoid types truly scared her, giving her the uncanny valley effect, and made her want to vomit.

However, she saw on the Magic Network food forums that some active Armed Witches had mentioned that consuming humanoid creatures was for replenishing magic. After all, the best source of replenishing magic on the battlefield are the bodies of the enemy. If you don't eat, a lack of magic could turn you into the enemy's meal, so you eat out of necessity, but honestly, they're not tasty. If you want to enjoy real delicacies, you should go for the oddly shaped beastly otherworldly races.

Although such statements would incite various beastly races netizens to curse and accuse them of racial discrimination, the reality seemed to be just that. It's said that many beastly races, to avoid becoming delicious meals, have intentionally started evolving towards humanoid forms.

Well, in any case, a significant part of Dorothy's fear of going to the battlefield was due to being frightened by the cruel dietary habits of those ferocious Battle Groups. She was a bit afraid that if she did become an Armed Witch, she might be forced by the harsh environment of the battlefield to reluctantly adjust her tastes.

She had always felt that one could only be considered human within the confines of civilized order. Once free from those restraints and set loose on a taboo-free battlefield, the difference between humans and beasts was not that great. In fact, one could say that humans could be more dangerous than wild beasts, with even lower limits.

She felt it was better to set some boundaries for herself, even if those boundaries might seem contrived and were mostly about her own self-satisfaction.

Dorothy shook her head and cleared the confused thoughts from her mind.

"Why think so much? My construction crew is almost assembled, and a wonderful real estate empire is waiting for me. I don't need to be on the battlefield as an Armed Witch; I won't have to stoop to eating those truly dark delicacies," she reassured herself.

The homebody witch comforted herself in this way.

Pop...

She snapped her fingers lightly as if triggering an invisible mechanism; the once-dormant kitchen awakened to the will of its master, kitchen utensils beginning to move on their own accord, as though the finest orchestra had begun to play a symphony of cuisine under the guidance of an accomplished conductor...

Until...

"Miss, are you sure you didn't sign the wrong contract with those Moon Rabbits?"

In the living room, Sophia, who had been hastily going through the contract terms, hurried over. She, who was usually composed and calm, now seemed somewhat impatient.

"Of course not. I checked it over carefully before signing."

Dorothy looked at her housemate with a hint of confusion, speaking with certainty.

Even though she was distracted, the cooking in the kitchen continued smoothly and methodically.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with my contract? It shouldn't be, I used the most highly-rated standard contract template from the Magic Network?"

After all, specialized knowledge lies with experts, and she, socially anxious, knew little about dealing with contract negotiations. Sophia, on the other hand, having served as the Student Council President for many years with plenty of management experience, was definitely an expert in this area. Now that the expert was suggesting a problem, Dorothy naturally became a bit nervous.

"The contract template is indeed a very mature standard contract, and there's nothing wrong with the terms. But miss, did you mistake the type of contract? This is an equal contract meant for witches to sign among themselves, not the Servant Army contract that should be signed with otherworldly races—that kind is a master-servant contract." Experience more tales on My Virtual Library Empire

The Pure White Witch spoke quickly, her agitation clear from her heaving chest.

After all, that was the top-ranked Moon Rabbit Servant Army. Did this miss realize how precious the Moon Rabbit Servant Army was? Having encountered such an opportunity, she should have bound them tightly with the most secure contract. Instead, what did she do? She signed an equal contract, and even included terms that allowed the Moon Rabbits to leave whenever they felt like it. What was she thinking?

At this thought, the Angel Witch was fuming, staring at the young miss with frustration and disappointment.

"What? That's what you're talking about? Then it's no problem. I know about that; I purposely signed an equal contract."

After understanding her housemate's point, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief, waving off her concern and returning to her cooking.

"You did it on purpose? But why?"

Sophia had assumed the young miss simply wasn't aware of the difference between the two contracts and had made a foolish mistake. However, now she was even more perplexed, her golden, shimmering eyes filled with doubt, much like her inability to understand why the miss would reject their teacher's arrangements.

"Because what I want is not a Servant Army, but a family."

Dorothy lifted her head, stating this earnestly.

...The two witches locked eyes...