Otaku Witch

"Miss, what’s with your belly?"

Sophia looked at Dorothy with an expression that said, "Whose baby are you carrying?"

The homebody witch felt helpless about it too. She could only stroke her belly, which still looked like she was seven or eight months pregnant, while explaining.

"I had a culinary showdown with a big shot in the Imperial Kitchen this morning. The expert’s cooking skills were impeccable, but the ingredients were a bit too high level. With my current ability, it’s a bit hard to digest, and I’m pondering what to do. Otherwise, this belly might stay like this for at least a year."

She was a bit troubled.

Dorothy realized just then that Lord Galahad had really gone all out to host her. The unknown black dragon tail she offered was likely far more high-level than Dorothy had initially imagined. Not only was it delicious, but the nutrients were overwhelmingly rich too.

Yep, even during breakfast at the Dragon King Palace, even the Dragon King himself casually glanced at her round belly and teased.

"You’re eating some good stuff, huh? How’s the taste?"

Tsk, tsk, tsk, you tell me, the food that catches the Dragon King’s eye can’t be ordinary.

Given the situation, how else could Dorothy respond? She could only nod, smile companionably, and give a thumbs-up.

"Mm, it’s exquisite."

Then her inspiration detected that the Dragon King seemed to have improved his mood, almost as if someone hit that itchy spot with perfect timing.

The homebody witch thought this must be some foodie camaraderie. Probably, that unknown dragon meat is also a favorite of the Dragon King, and that’s how foodies are. Praising their favorite dish is even more effective than complimenting them directly. They’ll think you have good taste and recognize you as a kindred spirit, making interactions feel much more amiable.

Mm, like if someone complimented Dorothy’s favorite anime, she’d think this fellow otaku has a keen eye, hence improving her favorability towards them greatly.

Unfortunately, there’s no otaku friend who understands her in the Witch World anymore. The homebody witch hadn’t watched anime for a while now and has become more of a magic enthusiast. Yet, it’s rare to find someone who can keep up with her in the magical world.

"A year? Is it really that hard to digest?"

Nearby, Madeline also looked over in surprise.

"How could you manage something so high-level? Normally, it would blow you up, wouldn’t it?"

She mimed a balloon exploding.

Indeed, even though witches can increase their magic power growth speed through dietary supplements, the strength must match the level of the food. You can’t have a Great Witch chew on Dragon God’s meat. Otherwise, that overwhelming magic power could burst you from inability to endure.

Plus, it’s said that kind of death is pretty ugly. The body becomes obese, gradually turning into a big meatball, and then boom...

Thinking about the fate of those overly gluttonous people, Succubus Witch looked at Dorothy worriedly.

"Alright, alright, don’t worry. That expert wouldn’t harm me. Her cooking skills have harmlessly neutralized the massive magic power. Except for needing more time to digest, there’s no real danger. And if I can fully digest it, I might just leapfrog to become the strongest."

Dorothy then patted her belly, watching its springy bounce, she smiled and said.

Mm, can you believe in just this short time, her magic power grew from over 300,000 mana to 350,000? That’s a rocket-paced speed.

Although magic power becomes harder to grow as it increases, she roughly calculated that once she fully digests the stash in her belly, she might not reach 700,000 or 800,000 mana directly, but 600,000 or more is a safe bet.

Darn, a single piece of tail meat could propel her to peak witch magic power. Lord Galahad couldn’t possibly have brought Dragon God’s meat from the Dragon Realm, could she?

Dorothy thought to herself.

Then she reached out both hands to fend off Alice and Audrey, who were poking her belly with fingers on either side.

These two curious babies are really enough, she’s just full, not actually pregnant. No matter how much you poke the belly, there won’t be a baby responding to you.

And Senior Mia, feeling like your gaze has been weird since just now. Although Radiant Dragons are indeed very maternal, don’t channel that maternal instinct into odd places.

Dorothy sighed helplessly.

Even though she encountered an opportunity most people would seek but never find, having a big belly is quite inconvenient, especially...

"Damn you, Big-mouthed Crow."

She waved her hand, and a fireball blasted a nearby lurking Black Wing Witch.

She didn’t really harm them, but directly destroyed the other party’s Photography Technique materials.

What an outrage, overturning the ’Heaven’s Astral,’ using the Witch of the Forest’s Blink Photography Technique to spy on the witch herself, and I truly am your "Witch Daily’s" Ancestral Elder, okay? Could you respect your elders a bit?

The homebody witch grumbled inwardly.

But she wasn’t sure if there were other Black Wing Witches lurking around, just hoping tomorrow’s "Witch Daily" headline isn’t "Shocking, Miss returns home with a big belly three days into her palace visit" or "Dominant Dragon King Fell for Me, Rebellion of the Proud Miss" or other outrageous stories.

"Anyway, I’ll go ask Mother Superior if there’s a faster digestion method when I return."