Otaku Witch

She really wanted to just snatch Dorothy back, wanting to make this beloved sister a treasure belonging only to her, so that no one could take her away from her hands again.

This really is quite a hideously selfish nature.

However, Denisha is no longer that former mortal village girl; she is now the Divine King standing at the peak of the Western Universe, closest to the deities. So, after a brief moment of panic, she quickly readjusted her mindset.

Since she has already stepped forward, there is nothing to avoid, even if her sister truly hates her; it is what she deserves.

But no matter what, the blessing that should be given must still be delivered.

So, she collected herself and sincerely offered this blessing that arrived many years late.

However, the disdain and aversion she expected from her sister did not appear. Seeing Dorothy smiling and welcoming her, Denisha for a moment even felt like crying.

The cheerful sunshine on her face was indeed put on with makeup, but this warm smile that resembles the sun is exactly the same as the one in those distant memories.

The sunlight dispelled the shadows, and Denisha’s uneasy heart became calm once more.

There’s really nothing worth fighting for in the first place.

Most probably, Dorothy was found by that guy Emora, so indeed, no one is more qualified than her to host the coming-of-age ceremony for her sister.

Although she is really unwilling in her heart, Denisha can accept all this with calmness.

Emora, this cunning fellow, has been scheming in secret for so many years, and indeed now she had a small win over me.

However, Miss Shepherdess is confident that she will win it back eventually.

This is the confidence of the Divine King, as well as the confidence of being the eldest of the three sisters in the church.

But matters among sisters aside, some mouse trying to sneak a bite in the dark...

Golden light flickered in the eyes of the God King.

Beside her, Gabriel frowned; the Lord of Glory sensed slight ripples in the River of Destiny.

Hmm, it seems someone is going to have bad luck.

Oh well, it’s none of her business anyway.

However, it sure feels nice being a witch, and it seems there are no shortage of good shows to watch.

.....

On the other side, Nidhogg appeared to be mediating the conflict between Gabriel and Lucifer, but she actually kept an eye on Denisha’s movements all along.

First of all, she’s definitely not afraid of Denisha.

She simply worries that this mentally problematic person might suddenly act out, lest they ruin a perfectly good birthday party.

Sigh...

The perfect Dragon King secretly sighed, thinking that without her efforts, this family would’ve fallen apart long ago; these two sisters are each more troublesome than the other.

What God King of the world, it’s just a child who has strength but hasn’t matured inside, without even the courage to face her weaknesses head-on. Has she grown at all over these years?

She thought to herself.

Although Denisha was actually her teacher and the one who raised and taught her in this lifetime, it did not stop Nidhogg from thinking this way.

After all, to her, Emora was truly the eldest sister amongst the church’s three sisters, as the other two sisters hardly matched a fraction of her age at the time.

But without a doubt, Emora was an unqualified big sister in the past, and now that she is Nidhogg, she certainly won’t repeat the same mistakes. She gave up all burdens to gain power and growth to better protect her family.

Whether Denisha’s state was indeed dangerous, so Nidhogg always acted in secret, trying her best to avoid provoking this sister with psychological trauma.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not occur, as Denisha actually restrained herself, showing that she had eventually grown over the years.

Nidhogg relievedly unclenched her fist.

Hmm, it’s not yet time to expose her strength.

But Denisha aside, that rebellious disciple...

The gaze of the Dragon King landed on the Greedy Demon God watching from the sidelines.

Hehehe...

.....

In any case, the birthday celebration could finally be held smoothly.

Watching the Good Sister regain her composure, and indeed having no intention to act, Dorothy also heaved a sigh of relief,

then glancing speechlessly at the Dragon King beside her.

Sigh, although Nidhogg is not Emora, the problematic essence of the child hasn’t changed.

Thinking about how she has lived three lifetimes only to find herself caught in the open and covert struggles between Denisha and Emora, Dorothy felt weary.

In the past life, both of you were just kids, so I, being the mature transmigrator, had to take care of you.

But now, both of you are several thousand years old monsters, can’t you be as mature and steady as me and stop being so frightening?

Sigh, taking care of sisters is really hard.

And when it comes to the kids, Dorothy frowned; her Inspiration was telling her that things weren’t quite this simple.

Since Denisha was here, but there was no sign of Artie, is that reasonable?

The children are silently surely causing mischief.

Even though Godfather Lucifer had said that he and Mammon came to offer congratulations on orders from the Devil King, those Demon God’s words are just to fool ghosts.

Using Hermes’s brain, Dorothy figured that rebellious disciple must be brewing up another trick.

If Artie could seriously hold back and be motionless, then tomorrow all the news in Hermes’s "Witch Daily" would be true.

In any case, it’s best to keep an eye out, don’t let that rebellious disciple mess you up.

The Homebody Witch thought in her heart.

But surprisingly, everything at the subsequent banquet was completely normal.

In front of all the guests, Nidhogg placed a flower crown upon Dorothy’s head.

This counted as a coming-of-age ceremony custom for witches, somewhat similar to the crowning ceremony in Dorothy’s previous life.

Typically, witch’s elders would present the younger ones with a Witch Hat as a blessing. However, there might be too many hats for the little witch to wear if each guest brought one except for hers it is always unfavorable.

So, they might as well wear none and use a flower crown as a ceremonial substitute instead.

Pretty little witches always look nice with floral crowns.

Generally, this crowning ceremony would be conducted by the oldest and most esteemed elder of the witch families.

For Dorothy, the Dragon Witch, naturally no one was more suitable for the crowning than Lord Dragon King Nidhogg.

This was indeed the Dragon King herself crowning her.

Dorothy could distinctly feel the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes from guests below the stage; for the Dragon Witches, this is enough glory to brag about for a lifetime.

Although the Homebody Witch always felt it a bit strange to have Nidhogg crown her, after all, this bloodline’s ancestral elder was the reincarnation of her pesky younger sister from her previous life who followed her around.

Sigh, perhaps having Adam crown her would’ve been more fitting, but that timid old father ran off overnight after delivering a gift last night.

Dorothy felt a tinge of resentment at the thought of this.

However, while she was thinking this, the corner of her eye seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar golden figure in a corner of the banquet hall, raising a glass towards her.

But when she blinked and looked again, there was nothing there at that corner.

Gosh, was that old rascal Adam really here just now?

No way, wasn’t he still playing human games? He surely wouldn’t have the capacity to hide in a venue crowded with the Third King, Demon God, and Sages.

Tsk, this old dad is becoming more and more mysterious.

The Homebody Witch clicked her tongue internally, feeling much better, then ran off to chat with Mother Superior beside Mother Dragon.

Anyway, after the crowning ceremony concludes, this banquet would naturally enter the usual eating and drinking segment.

Oh, and receiving gifts.

Dorothy received gifts joyfully.

The guests present are all bigwigs, obviously generous. The intricately wrapped gift boxes were piled up like a mountain.

It’s just a pity that opening gifts on the spot would be somewhat discourteous, so the Homebody Witch looked forward to the evening after the banquet.

She quite likes unboxing things.

...Dorothy in anticipation...