Otaku Witch

Dragon King Palace, Bath.

The enormous bath is practically a small lake, with steam rising from the surface, faintly revealing the lavish sculptures and murals around it, everything exuding such upper-class elegance.

The warm water gushes from the mouths of several dragon head sculptures surrounding the bath, and every drop is sourced from the world’s sacred snow mountains, from the very first sweet spring melt.

This pool water has spiritual properties; long-term drinking of it can cure a hundred diseases and prolong life, but it is sent here from afar mainly because these precious holy waters also have beautifying effects.

The clear holy water flows into the bath, and the thermostatic array buried beneath ensures that the water temperature always remains in the most comfortable range.

Countless spirit flower petals float in the water; many of these spirit flowers are rare magic potion materials, each with its own miraculous effects, yet here they are used only for one of their least significant qualities—beauty and wellness, as luxurious supplements for a noble person’s bath.

In short, even a mere whiff of this bath water could extend a mortal’s lifespan by a century, making them robust and disease-free.

But if someone were to come to this bath, they likely wouldn’t care about its rarity, because their gaze would surely be caught by the beautiful figure lounging by the edge.

Even though the beauty’s posture is bold and open, even though the enveloping mist makes her soft back curves appear blurred and indistinct, her indescribably exquisite figure would captivate anyone.

Even from behind, one wonders how impossibly beautiful her face must be, making one wish to immediately leap into the pool to bathe with her.

Thus, the maid really did just that.

"Miss, would you like me to scrub your back and give you a massage?"

The head maid Veil, wrapped only in a towel, approached the edge of the pool with silent, graceful steps, asking this question.

At this, Dorothy, who was leaning against the pool edge with eyes closed, startled and quickly opened her eyes, then grabbed Hat Senior Sister, who was paddling in the pool and playfully fighting with Buster and Fafnir, to cover her chest.

However, upon realizing it was Miss Veil, the head maid, Dorothy sighed in relief, secretly wondering how the head maid could walk so noiselessly.

Well, it wasn’t just a matter of walking silently; after all, Dorothy was a Martial God, and being approached so stealthily by someone was downright humiliating.

Fortunately, it wasn’t just her losing face; she looked down at Hat Senior Sister covering her chest and couldn’t help but smirk.

"Senior Sister, in such high-end scenarios, didn’t you even notice the head maid approaching?"

She teased the embarrassing Future Fourth King.

This time, however, Senior Fanny didn’t react with her usual angry and tearful rebuttal.

Firstly, she was a bit dizzy from the overwhelming softness, and secondly...

Well, she had already figured out that this so-called Miss Veil was no simple person, as she couldn’t discern the depth of her abilities.

But that made sense—after all, the roles of the butler and the head maid were never simple; in some families, their importance even exceeded that of the mistress. The mistress might change, but the butler and head maid positions were often lifelong, even hereditary.

Besides, the Royal Palace was a place full of hidden talents; being appointed head maid there couldn’t mean she was an ordinary person. She was indeed a true confidante of the Dragon King Teacher.

The Evil God Witch suspected that this head maid might be an ancient sage of hidden identity from history or something; anyway, she seemed incredibly strong.

Dorothy, instead of teasing me for being out of my league, shouldn’t you reflect on yourself? The big shots you encounter every other day, ordinary people wouldn’t meet in a lifetime.

Senior Fanny felt aggrieved but said nothing, only secretly pinching her master with a tentacle that always shifted blame onto her.

Hehehe, the texture was fantastic indeed.

Dorothy: "...."

She brushed away Senior Sister’s mischief with irritation, facing the head maid directly.

The Homebody Witch knew that this head maid was not ordinary, definitely an expert, which made her nervous.

After all, who wears makeup while bathing?

While soaking, she hadn’t activated the Heavenly Demon Dance to conceal the charm of the Face of God. If she accidentally beguiled this head maid, she might have to scream without ever being heard.

She couldn’t absurdly summon Good Sister for such a ridiculous reason; that black history would be laughed at for a lifetime.

Fortunately, upon carefully observing Miss Veil, she noted her clear eyes without any hint of enchantment.

Wow, is this the power of an expert?

There aren’t many who can resist the charm of the Face of God; in the past, Dorothy had only met two: her father, Adam, and Emora from the Witch’s Night.