Otaku Witch

Clearly it was breakfast, but by the time everyone got up from the table, it was almost noon.

Hmm, does this mean it’s time for lunch again?

Ahem, well, that’s really unnecessary.

Eating is just something witches do for enjoyment while maintaining their humanity. It’s really not a necessity.

Usually, sticking to three meals a day is okay, but on important days, skipping a meal or two to save time is normal.

So, today’s lunch is skipped, and we’ll go straight to dinner instead. After all, there will be a grand birthday banquet tonight, and by then, the entire Dragon Kingdom—or rather, the entire Witch World, maybe even the entire Western Universe—will have important figures attending.

Ah, just thinking about it makes Dorothy’s social anxiety flare up, so she simply refuses to think about it anymore.

"So what should I do with my free time until tonight?"

She began to ponder this question.

Lord Dragon King had already left after the meal; she seemed quite busy and probably wouldn’t be seen again until the evening banquet.

Yemengade had turned back into a necklace and rested around Dorothy’s neck. These sisters really do just eat and sleep; they’re living quite the idyllic life.

However, Queen Guinevere did not leave; she took on the responsibility of entertaining the guests.

"So, should I just take a stroll to the Secret Vault?"

Seeing that the homebody witch seemed uncertain about what to do, Her Majesty the Queen suggested.

"Sure, sure."

Dorothy nodded quickly.

She had been wanting to visit the Secret Vault for a while, but just after receiving a reward from Lord Dragon King, rushing off to the vault seemed a bit too eager and greedy, not very reserved, so she hadn’t dared to mention it.

But since Her Majesty the Queen had suggested it, she wouldn’t hesitate.

However, what left the homebody witch speechless was that as soon as she nodded, the beautiful and noble queen snapped her fingers, and her luxurious outfit instantly transformed into a simple maid’s uniform.

Hmm, Miss Veil, the Head Maid, is back.

"Your Majesty, what’s with this?"

Dorothy blinked, somewhat puzzled.

At the same time, she began mentally @ the housekeeper at her side.

"Hey, Sophia, you saw it this time, right? Her Majesty the Queen turned into the Head Maid. This time it can’t be just me who saw it."

In response, the Pure White Witch frowned. This time she indeed saw it, and actually, in her eyes, Her Majesty the Queen wasn’t just changing clothes. Even her appearance and fate lines had completely transformed, as if she had become a completely different person, identical to the person who served her during her bath and dressing, the actual Head Maid.

This is the Life-Stealing Curse—not stealing life, but fate, presence, and other abstract concepts of existence.

To put it bluntly, Her Majesty the Queen had completely replaced everything about the real Head Maid. This was a more advanced method than soul possession, a way to completely seize everything about a person.

It seems that this Her Majesty the Queen, who usually keeps a low profile, is not that simple after all. She’s actually a rather frightening master of the School of Prophecy. Her spell-casting was so natural that it reminded Sophia of her own mother, Gabriel—evidence of Her Majesty the Queen’s deep mastery in the School of Prophecy.

No wonder when they first entered the palace, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. In fact, if Her Majesty the Queen hadn’t just cast a spell right before her eyes, she might still not be able to distinguish anything.

Perhaps only the young lady’s strange destiny insulation physique is completely unaffected by this Life-Stealing Curse. In the young lady’s eyes, Her Majesty the Queen just changed her clothes, nothing else changed.

"Miss, this isn’t just a change of clothes, it’s the Life-Stealing Curse....."

The Pure White Witch explained telepathically.

Upon hearing this, Dorothy suddenly realized.

Ah, dear god, I was wondering why it felt like a ghost story before. Turns out Her Majesty the Queen is a master of the School of Prophecy. In a way, these people who manipulate fate are scarier than ghosts, because they can turn you into the protagonist of a ghost story script at any time, letting you encounter ghosts every day.

Realizing this, her destiny insulation physique seems pretty good; at least she doesn’t have to worry about being inexplicably manipulated by others. She can see through those shady tricks easily.

Hmm, it’s difficult for those behind-the-scenes spell-casters to manipulate her; they’d need to step forward and face off with her on stage.

Advanced divination can’t manipulate her, but simple tricks might work; although, being the sister of the Sage of Lies, ordinary deceptions are usually seen through by her.

Dorothy had a brief thought about her own weaknesses in this area, and then suddenly had an inspiration.

"Hmm, just suppose, if, and only if, there was a prophecy puppet master who was skilled in acting and used a bunch of puppets to pull off a large-scale scam like ’Truman’s World’, then I might really be overwhelmed."

However, upon having this thought, the homebody witch amused herself. She thought her crazy inspiration was flaring up again, given how stringent the conditions were.

First, there must be a master of prophecy. Although prophecy arrangements are ineffective on her, they can affect others around her, allowing them to use her acquaintances to indirectly influence her to a certain extent.