Otaku Witch

Just as Artie tried to emerge from the gift box, she was pressed back in by the domineering Dragon’s Might, unable to move, and she immediately flew into a rage, glaring almost eye-to-eye with the Little Dragon Snake on the bedpost, cursing furiously.

However, the Dragon and Serpent remained silent, only staring motionlessly at the gift box.

Miss Demon King suddenly became even more anxious. She realized that there might not be a driver inside this dragon and serpent’s body at the moment, after all, the Dragon King was currently confronting the Divine King and had no time to spare.

This shouldn’t have happened, for typically, no matter what transpires, both the Dragon King and the Divine King should have some attention directed towards Dorothy’s situation.

But....

Hmm, tonight, the scheming Miss Demon King, not wanting interruptions, had deliberately amplified the competitive spirit between the Divine King and the Dragon King.

The Demon King is the King of Conspiracies, and also the Lord of Pleasure, and the Master of Banquets of Indulgence, in such grand celebratory venues, her authority is enhanced.

The grander the banquet, the more joyous the celebration, the more conducive it is to brewing conspiracies and plotting schemes.

Though in direct combat she couldn’t outmatch those two old figures, if it was about secretly stirring up things, she, as the Incarnation of Desire, would be challenging even for the Divine King and the Dragon King to be immune to her power.

After all, those two old figures each have their own psychological issues, making them quite easy to exploit.

Of course, under normal circumstances, even if Artie used her Authority of Desire to influence the two, Denisha and Nidhogg would immediately sense something wrong and reprimand her fiercely.

But today is Dorothy’s birthday banquet, also the homebody witch’s coming of age ceremony; on such a special day, both the Divine King and the Dragon King are inevitably emotionally stirred, which provides a chance to take advantage of.

So, if all goes well, at least this time the Demon King’s prank could last until tomorrow morning before being seen through.

"No, don’t let this happen, by tomorrow morning it’d be too late."

Artie, entirely pinned by the Dragon’s Might in the gift box, was nearly driven crazy.

She looked at the two figures already tangled together on the bed, her eyes wide with anger, wishing she could immediately go blow up that disobedient disciple.

Of course, if she could, she’d prefer to first crush Yemengade.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t.

As a disciple of the Dragon King, Miss Demon King knows some secrets about this teacher.

She knows this teacher is the Thousand-Eyed Hundred-Headed Dragon, with countless incarnations, this Dragon King Palace might seem lively, but it’s actually quite desolate, as most of those Knights of the Round Table are incarnations of the Dragon King.

However, among all the incarnations, Yemengade remains the most special one.

Because she is not one of the hundred heads.

The Dragon Heads are all Knights of the Round Table, but Yemengade she.....

Hmm, she is the Round Table.

After all, the Encircling Dust World Dragon is also the Tail-Biting Dragon,

The dragon and serpent biting their own tails form a ring, symbolizing the circle.

It’s obvious that the leader of the dragons, the King of the Dragons is Nidhogg, but the core of the Knights of the Round Table is the Round Table established by the Dragon Heads.

Yemengade is the core and foundation for the Dragon King’s return to wholeness, and is also the vessel and embodiment for the revival of the original will of Emora.

She is the absolute core of the Dragon Kingdom.

And this is the Dragon King Palace, the base of the Knights of the Round Table, if Yemengade is here, even if the Dragon Heads haven’t truly reunited, she can still instinctively draw on their power.

Hmm, including the most powerful dragon and serpent, Nidhogg.

So...

No fight to be had, nowhere to attack.

Of course, if this were a normal situation, Miss Demon King wouldn’t be so embarrassed, unable to get up under the pressure of the Dragon’s Might. However, today she came to do mischief, to stealthily infiltrate. For such an infiltration task, how could she dare to be too conspicuous? To lower her presence, she had sealed more than half of her strength in advance.

Artie never expected that her perfect plan would be hijacked by Fanny, the disobedient disciple. Nor did she expect that this driver-less body of the dragon and serpent, Yemengade, would retain an instinct to protect Dorothy, so upon discovering her, an outsider, for the first time, it instinctively restrained her.

Now everything is ruined. The Divine King and the Dragon King are facing off, all the other guests have been dragged into her festive revelry, and she’s been stared down by Yemengade. Now, she can’t even lift the seal or fight to the death.

Hmm, now, no one can disturb those two on the bed, ignited by Lust, entwined together, falling into endless Pleasure.

"No, you disobedient disciple, how could you kiss there, where I, your teacher, haven’t even kissed yet."

"Waa waa waa, no, teacher, wake up already, what happened to that unwavering heart of yours, let it work."

"I can’t watch, Yemengade, just kill me now."

"Disobedient disciple, at least be gentle, don’t let your tentacles move about."

...

At this moment, Miss Demon King felt her heart ashen, it hurt, so much, is this the inevitable downfall for the conspirator to be ultimately misled by her own schemes?

Yet in this excruciating despair, Artie’s consciousness became clearer than ever. She suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Damn, it must have been that old hag Denisha who set me up, she must have cursed me with the Power of Fate."

Miss Demon King suddenly understood everything.

Although the old Divine King probably didn’t know her exact plan for today, for such a representative of Heavenly Reason, she doesn’t need to know the details, just grasp the general direction.

For instance, that person knew she would act today, and thus could simply curse that her conspiracy today must be exposed, that her plans would definitely have flaws, and might even backfire further.

Damn, prophets and the like are the most annoying, these mysterious doomsayers are the bane of conspirators.

You design countless intricate strategies, and she just has to move her lips, rendering all your efforts in vain.

"No, that’s not enough, if it’s just Denisha, my demon premonition should have detected something too, even she couldn’t randomly orchestrate my fate, there should be some other filthy thing involved."

Artie furrowed her brows, growing ever calmer in despair.

Waa waa waa, it’s fine if you two get so close, but don’t strip, enough, really enough, stop now.

The extreme despair and torment made the Demon King’s brain work rapidly, and she caught onto Inspiration.

"Damn, when I was scouting earlier, I didn’t sense Asa Vanni, that reverse disciple, in the room at all, someone interfered with my perception."

"No, not just interference with my perception, damn, they even dumbed me down; I actually stupidly believed everything was normal just now, without any doubt either."

"Nidhogg, you bastard, surely it’s her Heavenly Heart Authority, she’s also targeting me, well, this is the Dragon King Palace after all, it’s her home turf, how could I have been stupid enough to think everything could go smoothly on her territory, I was supposed to grab the teacher and leave immediately after the infiltration, I’m a thief, what thief wouldn’t flee right after succeeding, yet foolishly waiting."

Artie sorted her thoughts out, but the more she thought, the angrier she became.

It was better not to understand; knowing so much only led to more regret.

Damn...

Waa waa waa, you two stop kissing.

Miss Demon King desperately closed her eyes; she knew everything was truly over. The special position of being the teacher’s first in her heart was about to be taken by that disobedient disciple.

The Lord of Pleasure was supposed to be a Merry Maker.

In the past, even if her conspiracy was exposed, Artie could always laugh at her own plight, finding joy in being a loser, after all, she wasn’t afraid of being tormented or anything like that.

There weren’t many things in this world she genuinely cared about, even dying wasn’t an issue, as long as she was happy.

But now...

Waa waa waa, Divine King and Dragon King, you two old things, what exactly are you doing, you might as well come and kill me immediately, anyway, don’t let the teacher keep suffering losses.

If this continues, we’ll all end up becoming clowns together.

Oh god, let someone come and stop all this.

She prayed in her heart.

This time she really couldn’t bear the cost of failure.

And as if her prayers were heard, God descended.

The Pure White Witch opened the door.