Otaku Witch

"Everyone, please follow me, His Excellency is already waiting for you in the dining room."

A beautiful Dragon Maid said this.

With this, the Homebody Witch and the others had no choice but to obediently rise and follow the Maid Miss forward. However, along the way, Dorothy looked around and noticed that the Head Maid Miss seemed to be absent since leaving the bathhouse.

"I suppose Miss Veil must be busy, after all, with the Dragon King Palace holding a celebration, she, as the Head Maid, surely has numerous tasks to attend to."

She thought to herself.

Then....

She quickly reunited with Miss Veil.

Yes, right in the dining room of the Dragon King Palace.

The dining room was grand, and its decor, of course, was extravagantly luxurious, and in the very center of the dining room was a long dining table. By the time Dorothy and the others entered, three figures were already seated there.

Sitting at the head of the table was naturally Lord Nidhogg, the Dragon King, who had shed his original Knight’s Combat Robe and was now dressed in more casual garb.

At the far end of the long dining table, opposite Lord Dragon King, sat a beautiful and graceful figure smiling at them.

"Miss Veil?"

Upon seeing this elegant and noble beauty, Dorothy exclaimed in surprise, remembering they had just met in the bathhouse forthrightly.

"Young lady, what are you doing?"

This sudden start from the Homebody Witch startled Sophia next to her, and the Pure White Witch quickly sent a message to ask.

She then bent down together with Dorothy, bowing to the three on the stage.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Dragon King, Her Majesty the Queen, and Lady Yemengade."

Indeed, the third person at the table was Miss Dragon Serpent Witch, who had slipped away when Dorothy was soaking. The Homebody Witch did not mind, as the Dragon King Palace was originally their home, and this ancestor sister probably went to meet some old acquaintances.

And at this moment, Dorothy had no mind to pay attention to this ancestor. She was staring wide-eyed at Miss Veil, who had traded her maid outfit for a regal queen’s robe.

"Dammit, Guinevere, Veil, so that’s why she said Her Majesty the Queen wouldn’t mind, I am such a fool, truly."

Only now did the Homebody Witch belatedly understand everything.

But, Your Majesty, are you insane, why would you abandon your role as queen to cosplay as a Head Maid?

"Sophia, aren’t you surprised about Her Majesty the Queen, she was just the Head Maid just now."

Dorothy asked her Housekeeper in exasperation.

However, the Pure White Witch simply furrowed her brow slightly, looking at her strangely.

"What Head Maid, young lady, what are you talking about? Actually, I wanted to ask you earlier about that Head Maid you mentioned dressing you, and how come? The Head Maid was clearly picking out a dress for me!"

Dorothy: "????"

No way, sister, stop playing like this all day, it’s scary.

Hearing this, the Homebody Witch looked uncertainly at Sophia next to her, then at Her Majesty the Queen nearby, she was unable to tell the difference, truly unable to.

This can’t be that she encountered a ghost as soon as she entered the Royal Palace, or was she chatting with a Ghost Sister for half a day in the bath?

Just as the Homebody Witch was feeling dumbfounded, she caught a glimpse of Her Majesty the Queen elegantly and nobly giving her a playful wink.

Dorothy: "..."

Ah, it moved, it seems she didn’t encounter a ghost; she was just being teased by Her Majesty the Queen.

"Sister, sit over here."

At this moment, Yemengade beckoned her, then patted the seat beside her.

"Ladies, please don’t just stand there, come take a seat."

Queen Guinevere also smiled, gesturing to everyone that no formalities were necessary.

Thus, everyone took their seats.

Dorothy, of course, went to sit with her ancestor sister since she couldn’t afford to provoke the Dragon King and Queen who sat at the ends of the table, feeling that it was rather odd, and being beside her ancestor sister seemed much safer.

However, this dining table seemed to be a magical tool.

Before sitting, it appeared as a long table, and even after everyone was seated, there seemed to be many empty seats, but upon sitting, they realized the seats were neither too many nor too few, just perfectly right.

"Try the skills of this royal palace’s imperial chef."

As everyone sat down, one after another magical dish began to appear on the table. Nidhogg, still without any airs of the Witch King, smiled kindly, resembling more of a hospitable family head, as she spoke to everyone.

The homebody witch perked up at once, no longer feeling sleepy at all.

She began to watch the delicious dishes on the table with great interest.

Hmm, truly worthy of a private palace banquet; the quality of ingredients is so high, dragon liver and phoenix marrow, everything’s here. I can’t miss this.

Just as she was about to pick up her knife and fork, she sneaked a glance at her sisters nearby, afraid she might accidentally breach some table etiquette.

After all, she heard there are many noble etiquettes.

However, it seemed her sisters were also a bit reserved and didn’t dare to start, but Dorothy looked at her ancestor sisters beside her and found Yemengade already eating heartily, which put her mind at ease.

Dig in.

She enjoyed the meal thoroughly, although she thought the culinary skills of that imperial chef had quite a bit of room for improvement, Dorothy wasn’t a picky eater. In fact, she was already tired of her own cooking and found it quite nice to occasionally try others’ skills.

However, it seemed she was the only one enjoying eating.

The sisters were originally quite looking forward to the dishes of the royal banquet, especially with the exquisite plating which had raised their expectations when the dishes were just served.

But after just a couple of bites, they all frowned, feeling a bit disappointed.

Hmm, it wasn’t as delicious as imagined, not nearly as good as Dorothy’s skills.

Well, it must be that the sisters’ tastes have been spoiled by the homebody witch over this time.

Yet even Alice wasn’t so low in emotional intelligence to complain about the food at this kind of table, so everyone just tasted a bit.

But how could their reactions escape the perception of the Dragon King and Queen?

"Everyone, is the food not to your taste?"

At that moment, Guinevere asked.

"Uh, no, no."

"Your Majesty, the food is quite good."

The sisters didn’t dare to nod and could only try their best to give insincere compliments.

But there was still someone present who wasn’t afraid.

"Mother, the skill of this imperial chef is indeed average, hasn’t improved much over the years, not nearly as good as Dorothy’s. The sisters usually eat delicious meals, so eating these now really feels like chewing wax."

Yemengade said honestly.

Beside her, Dorothy was gnawing on a dragon’s leg: "????"

Wait, are you all waiting to set me up here?

The homebody witch suddenly felt that the true dragon’s leg in her mouth wasn’t as delicious anymore. Her gaze suspiciously alternated among the three members of the Dragon King’s family, and her inspiration told her something was not right here.

She had a feeling they were all acting towards her.

Unfortunately, her usual inspiration only provided vague hints and didn’t directly reveal everything, so she didn’t think much of it, assuming the ancestor sisters had leaked her culinary skills.

Oh well, the Dragon King is well-known for loving good food, given that the legendary world’s food still bore teeth marks from being bitten, once she knew Dorothy’s culinary skills, she surely wouldn’t let it go.

Sure enough, when Dorothy looked up, she met the Dragon King’s curious eyes.

Alright, seems like I can’t avoid this.

The homebody witch sighed, helplessly opened her magic bag, and then one delicious dish after another, which she had long prepared, began to fly to the table.

Alas, poor her reserve food, she wondered if it could satisfy the Dragon King’s appetite.

On the other side, Nidhogg slapped away Yemengade’s hand which was about to steal food, glaring fiercely at her.

"You’ve had enough solo meals in the past, now it’s my turn, don’t force me to turn against you."

Her dragon eyes flashed with a fierce light.

But as the mother and daughter were at odds, on the other side Guinevere had already started devouring.

....Internal struggle among the Dragon King family....