Otaku Witch

This is the taste of home, and also the taste of happiness.

Dorothy really is still that little Sun of a good kid; after all these years she hasn’t changed one bit.

In that moment, Galahad was moved to tears.

She even generously used the Round Table Oath to share this delicious flavor with the other Dragon Heads, along with a short message.

"I’m back, everything’s back, this is the happiness my little sister gave me. Even though you guys can’t eat it, I’ll help you taste it. If I eat it, that’s the same as everyone eating it anyway, since we’re all sharing one Dragon Stomach. No need to thank me."

And then she quickly received the cordial and friendly greetings from the other Dragon Heads.

Nidhogg: "That’s my imperial dish, you damn cook actually stole a bite. This is the mortal sin of overstepping your station, ╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

Guinevere: "I curse you to have no appetite for the next year, whatever you eat you’ll puke up, ╭(￣▽￣)╯╧═╧"

Morgan: "The one time I fully support Guinevere. Every last one of you is hogging it all for yourselves, (／‵Д′)／~╧╧"

Arthur: "Everyone, I think you’re being too extreme. Besides, with how well I know Galahad, that Squirrel Party member definitely can’t bring herself to finish everything. So you all know what I mean, right, (ヘ･_･)ヘ┳━┳"

Lancelot: "As expected of you, Arthur, your brain really works. I’ve already gotten ready to storm the Imperial Kitchen, o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓."

Astoros: "Galahad, name your price. However much roast meat you still have on hand, I’ll take it all, ┬──┬ノ(゜-゜ノ)"

Yemengade: "┴┴︵╰（‵□′）╯︵┴┴ This Round Table is completely useless. And Galahad, you didn’t prepare a share for me just now. I’m remembering this grudge. Next time we combine, I’ll make your head grow on your butt as a tail."

...

Mm, today’s Round Table meeting was as passionate as ever. Looks like everyone’s humanity is still full to the brim. That’s great. It’s just that the poor Round Table herself would like to say she is not great at all.

Of course, Galahad completely dismissed the snarling and barking of the Dragon Heads.

As the strongest assassin among the Dragon Heads, even if she couldn’t beat that bunch head-on, if she couldn’t afford to offend them she could still afford to hide. As long as she didn’t want to be found, no one could tell where she was. Want to snatch something from her hands? No way.

So she simply lounged there, leisurely enjoying the delicacies before her.

Oh, she also cut off a small piece and gave it to the Dragon Serpent Necklace around Dorothy’s neck opposite her.

Sigh, sorry, she had really forgotten Yemengade just now. This Incarnation of the original body is not someone she can afford to mess with. Galahad really didn’t want her head to actually grow on her butt next time they all combine.

Mm-hmm, that would be harming the Dragon King, harming everyone’s collective dignity. That wouldn’t be good, really not good.

Still, Yemengade really lives up to being the Incarnation of the original body—such a little stingy ghost. Out of everyone, she’s clearly the one who ran away the fastest, and now she’s openly enjoying Dorothy’s feeding every single day. Even Nidhogg doesn’t get treatment that good, right? How come when you’re eating you never think about everyone else still going hungry?

Galahad grumbled quietly in her heart.

Mm, the little boat of friendship between the Dragon Heads was about to capsize.

Anyway, she waited a bit, waited until her little sister wolfed down Nidhogg’s entire shed tail and then came back to her senses.

"So, how’s my cooking?"

The Pure Knight put down the plate in her hand that had been licked spotlessly clean, then looked at Dorothy opposite her, who had even crunched the bones to bits and eaten every last scrap, and asked with a smile.

Dorothy: "..."

Realizing she had lost her composure, the homebody witch immediately felt a bit ashamed. She wiped her hands on her apron, intending to wipe off the grease, but then noticed there wasn’t a single drop of oil left on her hands—they’d all been licked clean.

Mm, not just her hands. With how she’d just been inhaling the food, her whole face should’ve been oily, but now she discovered that her face seemed to be covered entirely in drool.

Damn it, just what kind of stupid thing did I do just now?

Wait, I didn’t even know my tongue could lick my entire face. Is it really that long and that flexible? There is absolutely no need for such weird functions, okay?

The homebody witch was so embarrassed she wanted to dig out a whole Dragon King Palace with her toes.

Still, in response to Galahad’s question, she held back her shyness and very seriously gave a thumbs-up in praise.

"It was amazing. This is the best roast meat I’ve eaten in my entire life."

Mm, that wasn’t an exaggeration. Although in Dorothy’s eyes the halfling witch’s pure Culinary Arts still had a tiny bit of a flaw and couldn’t be called perfectly supreme, the meat quality of this unknown Great Dragon tail she’d selected was just too high. It perfectly patched up that little regret in her Culinary Arts, and taken together, it really could be called the most delicious roast meat Dorothy had ever eaten.

Of course, most important of all, Miss Galahad’s "chef’s heart" was also very tasty.

Dorothy recalled the feeling of being overwhelmed by that sudden hunger just now. For that instant, it was like she’d forgotten everything, with only the instinct to eat left in her head. Her appetite turned into a bottomless pit, greedily craving the delicacy before her.

This feeling of forgetting everything and focusing solely on eating was kind of weird, but thinking back on it now, it was unexpectedly nice.

Mm, Galahad’s cooking had awakened the beastliness inside her, turning her into a predator living by the law of the jungle, a ferocious beast that thought about nothing but hunting and eating every day.

And that is also the most primal meaning of food.