Otaku Witch

At dusk.

The sun had just tilted to the west, and the brilliant glow dyed the sea of clouds in the sky a vibrant orange-red, very beautiful. The immense Floating City that floated amid those clouds was festively decorated, bustling with activity.

All the witches were preparing for a grand birthday banquet.

This was a feast celebrated by the entire world.

Usually, the Dragon King Palace, which carried an intimidating regal presence, now seemed much more approachable. Countless witches from all over the world were walking excitedly into this enormous palace.

After all, the Dragon King Palace is rarely open to outsiders. This time, His Majesty the Dragon King personally promised that during the seven days of celebration, anyone could enter the palace to enjoy the festivities, as long as they carried the heart of blessing the young lady’s birthday.

This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for many ordinary witches to visit the Dragon King Palace, so they had to make the most of it.

Moreover...

Those ordinary witches who had traveled from afar looked up at the luxurious vehicles and high-end mounts flying overhead, gazing at the powerful individuals on those extravagant beast rides with eyes full of envy and yearning.

The Great Witch should be like this.

Even though ordinary witches appear as Divine Envoys in the eyes of mortals, witches have their pursuits. Not all ordinary witches are content with the status quo and just want to live an ordinary life; there are always those who are ambitious and eager to advance.

Thus, such a grand event, attended by many powerful figures, is also an opportunity for those witches eager for a chance.

In short, tonight’s banquet attracted worldwide attention, and everyone was eagerly anticipating the event, except...

Well, except for the main character of this birthday party.

Dorothy sat lifelessly at the dressing table, allowing Guinevere, who was still cosplaying as the Head Maid, to dress her up.

"Didn’t I just get dressed up this morning? Why again?"

She asked resignedly.

"It’s common knowledge for a noble lady to change outfits four or five times a day. The one in the morning was just for the morning banquet and can only be regarded as casual attire. Tonight’s banquet is the main event, so naturally, it requires careful preparation."

Her Majesty the Queen said matter-of-factly.

"Ugh, what a hassle. I’m not even a real noble lady, okay?"

Upon hearing she had to change so many times in one day, the Homebody Witch rolled her eyes and protested.

"Haha, but you are the Dragon Witch, an innate Witch Noble, and what’s more, you are a descendant of Yemengade, the successor of the noble blood of His Majesty the Dragon King, making you the noble of nobles. It’s better for you to get used to these etiquettes early."

Guinevere said with a smile, focused on applying makeup on the Homebody Witch’s face.

"Alright then."

Dorothy could only nod her head.

Although she actually didn’t care much about nobility or not, whether she liked it or not, that’s just how the world works. Wherever there are people, there will be hierarchy, privilege, and aristocracy; even the formidable Third King cannot change that.

You see, the slogan of equality among witches has been shouted for hundreds of thousands of years, but the current Witch World cannot be called very equal.

Perhaps only when the Omniscient and Omnipotent God truly comes into being, and no one has to worry about resources anymore or be dictated by desire, can true unity be achieved.

The Homebody Witch thought to herself.

It’s just a pity that such a fairy tale world is still somewhat distant from reality.

"Alright, perfect, Dorothy, tonight you will definitely become the brightest star in the Witch World."

After a long time, Guinevere packed up the makeup kit, then looked at the breathtaking face in front of her with some infatuation, and said happily.

"Well, thank you so much, Your Majesty."

Dorothy said somewhat speechlessly.

However, when she opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, she was momentarily dazed.

Gosh, which princess stepped out from a fairy tale, stunningly beautiful.

Looking at the girl in the mirror, in a white dress, bright like a little sun, merely existing seemed to light up everything around her, the Homebody Witch couldn’t help but marvel.

She had just really wanted to mock Guinevere about why she still needed to do makeup manually; it’s the Magic Era, after all, why not solve it with one Makeup Art, but at this moment, she had to admit that sometimes magic indeed isn’t all-powerful.

Faith is your magic, but if your heart can’t imagine it, then even magic is useless.

Dorothy found it hard to believe that the bright, cheerful little princess in the mirror was actually her own usual gloomy and solitary self; you could only say that Her Majesty the Queen’s makeup art was no longer just magic, it was practically the Divine Arts of creation.

But on the other hand, all skills originate from the heart, like Dorothy’s wonder in Culinary Arts, where no one else can create dishes that taste like hers.

So it’s probably the same with Makeup Art.

Dorothy had no specific requirements for the makeup and let Guinevere exercise creative freedom, which meant the final product was the most perfect version of herself in Her Majesty the Queen’s mind.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so Miss Veil’s idea of perfect me is this sunny, outgoing, and confident."

She reflected to herself.