Otaku Witch

Therefore, as one strolls along these translucent, illusory walkways, gazing down through the wisps of clouds, the vast expanse of the land below is visible. If one were to apply the Eagle Eye Technique or some other Pupil Skill, they could clearly see the otherworldly races toiling away on the ground below.

And by lifting one's head, the thriving bustle of the Witch World comes into view, with layers upon layers of floating islands in the clouds forming an enchanting paradise straight out of mythology. Numerous witches riding their brooms glide overhead, each one youthful and radiant, bursting with energy.

If you were to whistle from below, you might even draw the attention of a little witch, who would cover her skirt while shooting you an annoyed glance.

Of course, if you happened to encounter one with a short temper, you might just end up getting a beating.

Dorothy looked straight ahead and scanned the surroundings, finding that most of those walking on the ground with them were various otherworldly races.

In the Witch World, the rules have always been lenient for witches, fair for closely-related humans, but rather strict for otherworldly races.

Thus, flight permits, while easily obtainable for witches and not too difficult for human mages, are quite challenging for these exotics.

Dorothy saw many of the Winged People meekly walking on the ground with their wings tucked in, unable to soar freely through the skies.

She also noted many otherworldly races with auras as powerful as the average witch having to walk obediently, occasionally looking up with envy at the little witches in the sky who were less powerful than them yet enjoying the pleasure of flight.

Upon seeing the two witches, these otherworldly races hurriedly stepped aside, lowered their heads, and dared not let their gaze wander, fearing a careless step might offend Madam Witch.

After all, in this city of witches, these otherworldly beings are not considered "people," and in terms of status, they're akin to the grass on the side of the road.

Although the lawns bear signs asking to "Please care for the grass and do not tread on it," the fact is, stepping on it is just that, and at most, you'd be fined a small amount.

Elderly individuals of otherworldly races, who had lived in the Witch World for years, knew not to test the mood of Madam Witch on a whim, for no one could predict what consequences that might bring.

One should not speculate on the will of the gods, mortals need only bow their heads in their presence.

Just...

Pa-ji...

As Dorothy surveyed her surroundings with great curiosity, taking in the fantastical scene, she suddenly felt something collide with her. Looking down, she saw a little bunny-eared Lolita sitting on the ground, with teary, red, watery eyes fixated on the ice cream scattered all over the pavement.

Then she looked at her new school uniform.

Well, it had taken on the scent of ice cream.

Even Sophia, walking close by her side, wasn't spared, as a chocolate mark stained the tip of the pure white girl's shoe.

The moment was suddenly quiet, the once crowded walkway abruptly cleared to create a substantial empty space. Those in front quickened their pace, while those behind turned to leave.

Everyone cleared out, leaving behind only the bunny-eared Lolita, still crying over her ice cream on the ground, and revealing through the dispersing crowd a mature, charming bunny-eared lady.

But it seemed that she was the strongest among the surrounded otherworldly races that Dorothy had sensed just moments ago.

But at that moment, the Bunny-eared Lady was so anxious that tears came streaming down her face. Her exquisite and enchanting beautiful face was marked with panic as if the sky were falling, and she couldn't even stand steadily. She suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Given their similar snow-white fur, this mature Bunny-eared Lady must be a close relative of the Little Lolita.

Still, she mustered up her courage and, disregarding everything, rushed forward to embrace the Little Bunny-eared Lolita, who had no idea what was happening. After shielding the Little Lolita behind her, she slowly prostrated herself at Dorothy's feet.

"Madam Witch, please forgive my sister's disrespect. It was my lack of oversight that led to her bumping into you. I am willing to accept any punishment for her actions," she pleaded. Continue your adventure at empire

Dorothy: "....."

She was looking at the Bunny-eared Lady, whose magic power was clearly several times stronger than her own, strong enough to beat up a dozen little witches of the Myriad Demons Level with just one hand, bowing so low. Dorothy felt for the first time the elevated status of witches in this world.

Tsk, even higher than the Celestial Dragon People's status. But is there really any need to be this afraid? Surely no one would go so far as to harm a child over such a small matter... right?

That had been Dorothy's original thought.

But as she looked at the trembling figure of the prostrated Bunny-eared Lady before her, she suddenly wasn't so sure of herself.

Her naturally strong perception let her clearly sense the strength of the Bunny-eared Lady in front of her. She should be an Orc Warrior, and it seemed that at just slightly over 20, she was close to the legendary strength of an average witch. This was definitely a genius of the Orc Race; such talent would be considered excellent even among witches.

Geniuses are typically proud, and the sort of groveling at the sight of an enemy is not something a genius would do, especially not an Orc Warrior, who place great emphasis on the honing of their willpower. After all, legendary Orc Warriors are known to boldly swing their blades at Evil Dragons, acting with complete abandon.

So the question arises, what exactly did my fellow kin do in the past to make an Orc Warrior, who is famous for her recklessness, so terrified of a little witch she could easily crush with her hand, that she dared not resist?

With her limited imagination, Dorothy really couldn't come up with an answer at the moment.

She remembered her father Adam's description of witches on the battlefield.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Killing machines? More heartless than Angels? More brutal than Great Dragons? More indulgent than Demons?

Ah, what strange race have I transmigrated into indeed.

The Homebody Witch, who came from a relatively simple and rustic 18th-tier retirement area, realized for the first time the profound significance of the title 'witch' after arriving in this big city.

Is this the dignity of the Race of Calamities' leader?

Meanwhile, on the ground, the previously naive Little Lolita was now looking confusedly at her sister kneeling before her. After blinking her eyes, she suddenly realized that she had likely caused a huge problem. Yet, being so young, she had no idea what to do, and could only cry.

In the midst of the Little Lolita's cries, Dorothy thought about her dream, which up until then, she had assumed would not be too difficult...

At this moment, she suddenly understood why her mother Euphilia had so vehemently opposed it, and she also realized the correctness of her mother's statement about winning people over with "reason."

The path to fulfilling her dream seemed to be much more challenging than she had envisioned.