Otaku Witch

The massive warship finally docked at the harbor outside the city.

When Dorothy and the others walked out of the Itra, a luxurious convoy had long been waiting at the port.

This time it was a normal convoy.

Well, actually not that normal, since normal people can’t afford dragon carriages.

Yeah, literally dragon carriages—the kind where you bolt a little house onto a Great Dragon’s back.

And these weren’t just any random Great Dragons. Judging from the Dragon’s Might radiating off these eight dragons, the weakest among them was a Primordial Dragon, which corresponds to the Title-level Sorceress in witches.

But how to put it... in the Western Universe, combat power and Rank were never strictly bound together. Rank is just a reference, not absolute strength. In practice, as the most battle-hardened Races in the Western Universe, natural living weapons, even compared horizontally within the same tier of the Calamity Race, the Great Dragons’ strength is definitely at the very top.

So a Primordial Dragon’s actual combat power might far exceed that of an average Title-level Sorceress; their Strength is enough to directly go head‑to‑head with some Mid-Lower Peak Witches.

Let alone that mighty, awe‑inspiring, handsome golden dragon in the lead.

Turtle, a live Ancient Dragon—this was actually Dorothy’s first time seeing one.

And even though this Primordial Golden Dragon had deliberately restrained its Dragon’s Might, the Inspiration of the homebody witch could still sense from the scattered traces of power leaking off it that this Miss Golden Dragon was among the Upper-Level even within the Ancient Dragons.

This was a Dragon King.

Of course, this definitely didn’t mean that Dragon King, Lord Dragon King himself, but rather the king of the Giant Dragon Race in the Dragon Realm—the second‑tier big shot in the Dragon Realm, with status second only to the eight Supreme Dragon Gods.

A normal Ancient Dragon is already an existence that even a Supreme Peak wouldn’t dare solo; you’d have to call in a party to raid that boss. Don’t even mention an Ancient Dragon King—this kind of Great Dragon can even retreat calmly and unscathed in the face of an ordinary Sage.

And now a Dragon King like this had come to personally pull a carriage?

Being able to make a proud Great Dragon lower itself to pull a carriage was already outrageous enough. Great Dragons are notoriously wild and untamable, with arrogant and unruly tempers; even the most ordinary Great Dragon doesn’t like having anything on its back.

In Great Dragon culture, they only submit to the strong. Only the strong can stand on their backs; otherwise, not even their mates should dream of climbing on.

This is also why the legendary class Dragon Knight is so rare. First, you have to beat a dragon fair and square head‑on; only then can you change class into a Dragon Knight.

Otherwise, even if you kill the dragon through Shadow and Conspiracy, they’re not going to be like horses and obediently let you ride them.

And if ordinary Great Dragons are already this defiant, don’t even mention the big‑shot dragons above Ancient Dragon level. If you yourself aren’t an even higher‑tier big shot, then expecting them to be your mount—yeah, better wash up and go to sleep.

As the highest‑tier mount in the mainstream values of the magic world, Great Dragons are not something normal people can even dream about. Everyone wants to be a Dragon Knight, but those who actually become one are extremely few.

Put it this way: looking across the entire Western Universe, aside from the eight Dragon Gods of the Dragon Realm, probably only Lord Dragon King has such majesty that he can make these powerful Ancient Dragons willingly lower themselves as car beasts.

If it were someone else, even Lord Demon King himself couldn’t play this. Sure, Artie’s strength is indeed formidable, but Great Dragons hate guys like the Devil King who always play at conspiracy the most. Aside from rare dragon oddities like the Shadow Dragon who might appreciate the Devil King, most other Ancient Dragons would probably choose to just open up with a dragon carriage smash and kill this guy who almost never fights head‑on and always likes to play dirty.

Although when she went back to the Shining Territory earlier, Dorothy had actually ridden a dragon carriage too, back then what she rode was just a Great Dragon transformed by Rainbow Dragon Witch Aunt Natasha using Dragon Transformation Technique. The Dragon Witch might resemble Great Dragons in many ways, but in the end they’re not real Great Dragons. That dragon carriage ride basically amounted to being lifted high by an elder.

But this time, this Primordial Dragon King’s Golden Chariot—she honestly didn’t quite dare to sit in it. With her current strength, did she really have the right to sit in such a High Level ride?

One needs some self‑awareness. Virtue not matching one’s station is not a good thing. She should just ride her own little Fafnir.

Mm, Fafnir was no longer the tiny little dragon from before. She’d grown quite fast recently—after all, all the leftover scraps from the previous shipbuilding mission had become the Little Armored Beasts’ buffet. She’d been munching in every possible style, and that little dragon who wasn’t even palm‑sized at birth had already grown up. At least, when Dorothy rode her now, it wouldn’t feel as comically off as Lü Bu riding a dog like before.

Though the homebody witch rarely rode her anyway. On the contrary, she got ridden by her every day instead. Fafnir still maintained that palm‑sized look, and together with her sister Buster, they occupied Dorothy’s shoulders, acting as shoulder accessories.

So, first the Dream Fleet, and now an Ancient Dragon carriage convoy—Lord Dragon King, do you seriously not have any more normal rides?

Dorothy turned her head to look at Nidhogg, who had already returned to her side.

She kept feeling like she was some huge catch that a Fisherman air force had finally managed to reel in after forever—of course he had to show her off in every flashy way possible so the whole world would know, otherwise there was no way he’d just quietly go home.

It was just that thoughts like this were fine staying in her heart. She wasn’t narcissistic enough to actually ask out loud.