Otaku Witch

However, over the past year, the young lady has been playing with headline bombings every day, leaving her somewhat numb. She could only sigh and admire the daughter of her senior sister for her prowess, while also unconsciously appreciating this young witch she had come to contact, since she was, after all, the daughter of her senior sister.

She loves and hates by association.

But she still wouldn’t easily acknowledge her, even though the young lady didn’t need her recognition anyway.

In any case, Time Dragon Witch’s feelings were rather complex.

On the other hand, Dorothy’s high spiritual sensitivity keenly noticed Mavis’s gaze and sensed the complexity in the eyes of the Time Dragon Witch. Yet, she didn’t really care about it.

Or perhaps the Fairy King didn’t care.

Well, a rival’s view of the Goddess’s child is indeed like this. There’s no helping it, let’s focus on hunting for now.

Thinking this, she skillfully adjusted her large belly while eagerly pulling out the Hundred-Headed Slayer from her pocket.

Hehehe, today I’m going to shoot till it’s blown to pieces...

But...

"Roar roar roar....."

Just as the massive, ancient great bow was taken out, the sky and earth suddenly changed color, the atmosphere became solemn, the surrounding valleys suddenly became agitated, and terrified dragon roars resounded one after another not far away. Following that were the terrifying footsteps of a stampede of beasts.

But there’s no need to panic; judging by the commotion, the dragon swarm isn’t coming towards them but rather fearing them and desperately moving away.

However, now that the prey has all run away, what’s left to hunt?

At this point, everyone’s eyes turned to Dorothy and the fearsome-looking evil bow in her hand.

Homebody Witch: "....."

This is a disaster.

Dorothy was also taken aback by the sudden chaos but realized she had caused a mess. Facing the sisters’ silent gazes, she awkwardly scratched her head.

Thankfully, the thick-skinned Fairy King was in control; if the Homebody Witch herself were here, she’d be trying to build a villa in a crack in the ground.

"Accident, it was really an accident. I just wanted to test the new weapon, didn’t expect it to be so fierce."

The Fairy King chuckled and explained, while in her Conscious Sea, the Homebody Witch pondered over more.

Earlier, that phenomenon was clearly a resonance between the Hundred-Headed Slayer and the Ranch World, causing the sky and earth to change color, and dragons to flee in thousands.

And this chaos wasn’t hard to understand. Simply put, a Giant with a terrifyingly high rank suddenly appeared, like a full-level player descending upon a Novice Village, naturally scaring the surrounding dragon swarm into a panic.

Hundred-Headed Shooter Bow isn’t a real dragon, but the material of this fierce weapon came from a dragon of incredibly high rank.

She recalled the message she received from Brave Adam through the bow when she acquired the Hundred-Headed Slayer a few days ago. In that message, she vividly saw the Light Giant battling the Hundred-Headed Dragon Serpent, a clash truly earth-shattering, sun and moon reversing, a sight to behold.

That was a duel exceeding the scope of Peaks. Dorothy had never seen the Sages truly in action, but figured it might be about the same.

Dorothy certainly didn’t doubt Brave Adam’s affection for his makeshift daughter. Thus, the last gift he sent wouldn’t just be a careless token; as he mentioned in the message, he’d searched all over the Dragon Realm before selecting the Hundred-Headed Dragon Serpent.

With such a picky eye, could that Hundred-Headed Dragon Serpent be an ordinary dragon?

Certainly not.

Though Dorothy knew long ago that the Hundred-Headed Dragon Serpent wasn’t ordinary, she figured it was a sort of Ancient Dragon or something. Only now, she realized she might have underestimated the strength of that Dragon Serpent.

A dragon long dead, turned into a weapon for tens of thousands of years, yet still capable of resonating with the rules of the Dragon Realm upon appearance; what level must it have been in life?

"My goodness, Dad, what exactly did you slay back then? Could it have been a Dragon King, or maybe even....."

For a moment, Dorothy dared not ponder further.

None of them would truly be angry, as they were used to the Homebody Witch’s occasional surprise operations. Now, their eyes were curiously fixed on the great bow in her hand.

Even Mother Dragon and Mavis were doing the same.

Though Euphilia was observing in secret when Adam delivered the gifts that night, she hadn’t paid much attention to the bow’s special qualities, as the proud Dragon Queen didn’t think that bastard Adam could send anything worthwhile.

But right now, Euphilia’s brow is furrowed.

Damn it, could it be that I was overreaching back then?

Mother Dragon was also sweating profusely for a moment.

Her competitive spirit doesn’t allow her to lose to the bastard who stole her daughter, but she seems to really have nothing that can match the great bow in her daughter’s hand.

Oh, can’t say there’s nothing, the entire Yemengade Family could be gifted to her daughter, that might be of equal value, but her daughter doesn’t want the family estate.

This is truly ridiculous, where did Adam get such a terrifying weapon.

Euphilia found it hard to understand.

And next to her, Mavis had her eyes wide open, staring at the great bow in the young lady’s hand, her Dragon Witch instincts were urgently warning her to stay away, to run quickly, that thing is too fierce, can’t afford to provoke it.

Fortunately, there was no need for the two of them to ask on their own, as some of the little witches standing by had already voiced the doubts in their hearts.

"Whoa, what a cool great bow, sis, where did you get this new toy from?"

Alice asked with her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

The little witch speaks her mind, asking whatever she thinks; she clearly doesn’t know just how fierce this bow is, she just thinks it’s really cool and powerful, and she wants to get one just like it.

"Haha, it’s an heirloom from the family, Adam just passed it on to me a few days ago, it’s a hero’s inheritance weapon."

The Fairy King was naturally proud as she showed off to her companions; she’s not as low-key as her actual self.

In response, Dorothy was somewhat embarrassed, covering her face in the Sea of Consciousness, but there was nothing to stop.

Although Dorothy didn’t know where the Fairy King’s thick-skinned nature came from, she had to admit she had that same boastful heart; she herself was just too shy to show it, but borrowing the Fairy King’s thick skin to show off a bit, she felt a bit of secret joy inside.

Hmm, this is probably what you call being subtly ostentatious.

"Heroic inheritance? Oh, so Uncle Adam is that impressive?"

Senior Mia was somewhat surprised, she knew a bit about the so-called brave, which is the strongest profession among mortals, and the heroes of every generation could rival the Great Witches; some outstanding heroes could even rival the Peak Witches, they are undisputed human heroes, but unfortunately, there are very few of them, among billions of mortals, there might not even be one, the probability is even lower than that of a primeval witch.

Moreover, the source of the heroic inheritance remains a mystery, no one can figure it out, they only know that every few decades, hundreds of years, some hero legends will emerge.

Anyway, many witches are quite interested in the legends of heroes, after all, witches have human hearts, and the human heart naturally yearns for heroes, let alone the hero being someone even witches have to recognize as strong.

And all the sisters are young little witches; it’s exactly the age for admiring heroes, once they heard the legendary warrior profession’s inheritance was right in front of them, their eyes sparkled as they looked at the homebody witch and her bow, looking like they wanted to touch it and ask for a signature.

No need to mention Madeline, the succubus’s eyes were almost pooling with water.

Even Sophia, who was always calm, seemed somewhat tempted, which made Dorothy internally amused.

Oh my housekeeper, turns out you, the aloof goddess, have a girl’s heart as well.

And with the Fairy King’s naturally bubbly personality, she wasn’t stingy, generously handing the Hundred-Headed Shooter over to the sisters, letting them take a good look.

Unfortunately, the Bow Spirit didn’t seem very willing, whenever the sisters tried to touch it, the dragon and serpent patterns on the bow began to claw and threaten.

And then.....

And then the dragon and serpents received a big slap from the Fairy King.

"Who are you scaring, behave yourself."

So, the Hundred-Headed Shooter pitifully turned into a drooping hundred heads.

Damn, trembling with rage and cold, when did it, a generation’s fierce weapon, ever suffer this kind of grievance, but what else can it do, what could leaving achieve, it could only endure.

But the little witches were having their lively fun, while the adults had much to contemplate.

"Heroic inheritance?"

.....Mother Dragon pondering.....