Otaku Witch

In a fit of anger, Dorothy flared up.

After all, once the lust ignited by the Power of Lust was consumed by this anger, she finally realized something was wrong with her state.

Oh my, seems like I’m not dreaming here.

But the anger flared quickly and faded just as fast, and the Power of Lust was not easily resisted. The raging lust threatened to rise again, turning the pupils of the homebody witch, which had just returned to normal, back into hearts.

Fortunately, the homebody witch is not an ordinary person.

After a brief moment of clarity, she immediately began to resist and struggle free.

Even though she didn’t quite understand what was happening or why she suddenly lost control, now was not the time to think about those things. It was better to first control this surging lust.

Luckily, this was a mental issue, and her strongest asset was the Power of the Heart.

"Pact of the Heart, activate."

A thought crossed Dorothy’s mind.

And in her consciousness space, the soul of the homebody witch that had been sitting on the Great Sun Lotus Platform opened its eyes. The sun surrounding her instantly burst forth with radiance, clearing the pink mist around her and pressing it into the dark abyss below.

In the abyss representing her desires, a feral evil dragon coiled and roamed, then swallowed the pink flames of lust, growing again in stature.

The dragon arrogantly roared at the sun above, but upon being illuminated by the Solar Flame, it promptly retreated back into the black waters of the abyss.

"Uh, is that it?"

The homebody witch was momentarily stunned. She had expected that freeing herself from the lust would take some time, considering the mysterious and imperceptible method used against her, but she didn’t anticipate how easily it could be defeated.

The strange pink power seemed naturally overcome by the Pact of the Heart, just like shadows vanish when encountering sunlight.

This somewhat surprised Dorothy: Her old dad’s family secret technique wasn’t meant to counter wear and tear, yet here it was working wonders—a pleasant surprise indeed.

However, she quickly recalled the truth about the Pact of the Heart that Brave Adam had once mentioned, hinting it was modified from the heroic inheritance.

The Power of the Brave does indeed counteract some peculiar things, like dragons and demons.

Hmm...wait, demons?

The homebody witch’s Inspiration sparked, and she suddenly understood.

Gosh, Arti, you rebellious disciple!!!

Dorothy comprehended everything.

There are indeed many ways to surreptitiously attack her. After all, she was just a Great Witch, still on the threshold of a Lower Ordinary Great Witch. Despite being able to explosively unleash formidable combat power in a short time with the aid of various buffs, matching up against Peak Bosses, it doesn’t change the fact that her true form is just a weakling.

That’s the weakness of the transformation stream: encountering an ambush that leaves no room for transformation easily leads to an instant demise.

The problem, however, is that she is currently at the Dragon King Palace, right under the Dragon King’s nose.

Who could be so skilled to silently infiltrate the Dragon King Palace and commit a crime, especially with all those Guardian Witches around?

Not to mention today isn’t just with Nidhogg and all the Round Table Sages; the Good Sister is here too.

Who would dare to commit a crime under the eyes of two Witch Kings, and who could actually do it?

Only a Witch King can deal with another Witch King.

The answer is obvious.

The perpetrator is none other than the current Witch King—the Demon Lord Arti.

Gosh, just moments ago, I was wondering why Arti hadn’t joined in the fun today; it felt odd. When a child is quiet, they’re surely up to no good. Turns out indeed.

This rebellious disciple ignited her lust using the Power of the Original Sin of Lust. What on earth is she up to?

This is betrayal, a true rebellious disciple!!!

The homebody witch fumed.

And then.....

Then she flared up again.

Sigh, what else can you do?

Despite not understanding why her lust’s target became senior Fanny, and why Arti hasn’t appeared, Dorothy didn’t dare actually rush over to confront the Demon King.

That wouldn’t be a confrontation; it’d be like sheep to the slaughter, delivering herself like takeout.

The rebellious disciple is the genuine Witch King; Dorothy doesn’t have the standing to confront the sovereign.

Ugh...

While Dorothy was fretting with nowhere to vent, she suddenly shivered all over as one of her chest’s weak spots suffered a critical hit.

This immediately brought her to her senses.

Oh my, is now really the time to think of irrelevant things? If she doesn’t wake the senior up a little, she might end up in a dire situation soon, a tragic scene by the Evil God’s bedside.

Senior, come on, don’t be biting those odd places, I have a sensitive physique alright.

Besides, with Sophia watching nearby.

Seriously, Housekeeper, why are you just watching? Gosh, why are your eyes aiming at another of my weak spots? You’re making me scared.

Dorothy blushed crimson.

She didn’t dare mess around anymore and prepared to forcibly awaken the equally lost senior Fanny.

Of course, she couldn’t hope to win with a fight; after all, senior, being a strong identifier while also intimidating weaker ones, a true master of the fish pond, she is unbeatable even if there are ten homebody witches.

Luckily, the risk of a surrender crisis spurred on the homebody witch’s inspiration, promptly finding a solution.