Otaku Witch

A group of people walked into the talent market.

Although only Senior Mia appeared calm, behind her, two young witches who had just come of age and one who had not were all a bit jittery.

After all, this was their first visit to a place somewhat inappropriate for little witches, where they couldn't help but feel guilty as if they were about to do something naughty, yet at the same time, they found the experience strangely thrilling.

Really, without Senior Mia, an experienced guide, Dorothy, Audrey, and Alice, the three novices, would never have the courage to venture here.

Even now, as they entered, Dorothy kept her gaze fixed resolutely on the back of Senior Mia walking ahead, and although the four of them, dressed in their academy uniforms, did not stand out in the crowd and hardly anyone noticed them, the homebody witch couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was watching her, and her face flushed red with embarrassment.

Alas, her social anxiety had flared up.

This time, the homebody witch even considered following Audrey's example and simply using Akari to hide away.

"How embarrassing, how will you ever become a Lord if you panic at such a small scene?" Hat Senior Sister said from above Dorothy's head, somewhat exasperated.

"Isn't it my first time and I lack experience? I'll get used to it eventually," the homebody witch argued, though she felt there wouldn't be an eventually for her—she thought one visit to sate her curiosity was enough, and feared too many more might lead her down a path of corruption.

Having gotten somewhat accustomed to the situation, Dorothy finally allowed herself to relax slightly and shifted her gaze away from the tempting figure of Senior Mia to cautiously observe her surroundings.

One had to admit, this was truly the handiwork of the Lord Demon King, even the layout of the market exuded an air of "opulence."

To reinforce the belief in a bright future for those otherworldly races who were drawn here by rumors of adventures from the netherworld, this market was built with splendor and extravagance in mind.

A closer look revealed that the carved reliefs and murals around the market were subtly displaying the strength of the witches and the importance of otherworldly races to them.

Events depicted included witches leading armies of otherworldly races to a triumphant victory and then celebrating with a feast, as well as the Dragon King personally bestowing blessings on brave exotic heroes, among others.

Well, the overall message highlighted two main points: bluntly speaking, one, that following the witches leads to strength and one couldn't go wrong by joining them; and two, that witches valued the potential of otherworldly races and were eager to support the exotics.

However, as a top student, Dorothy noticed the small details in these carvings and murals after just a glance.

My goodness, these were actually artistic techniques used to exert psychological influence over groups, intending to turn the otherworldly visitors into witch admirers from the get-go.

And when they finally reached the central business hall of the market, Dorothy keenly noticed that the staff, including the reception and cleaning personnel, were all witches.

Although none were particularly powerful, they were indeed witches, even the most ordinary ones.

Good heavens, the witches, who were as revered as deities, were now serving tea and water and handling business for the otherworldly races. What an honor this was.

This move left Dorothy a bit startled, and after a moment of consideration, she came to a sudden realization.

Imagine an otherworldly races' youth harboring dreams, enduring countless hardships in his hometown, who finally snatched a chance away from many competitors to ascend to the divine realm inhabited by the witch deities.

The deities who guided them first showed them the prosperity of Witch City from above, leaving the awe-struck, inexperienced youths gaping, proclaiming it a miracle, and then brought the youths—whose emotions had yet to settle—to this talent market akin to a temple.

Countryside youths entering the city for the first time are bound to be apprehensive, their attention scattered as they look around; at this moment, everything around conveys the witches' respect and appreciation for their otherworldly races, even the supreme deities are personally serving them tea and water, asking with kind smiles if they need any help, putting the youths at ease.

Then, thinking about how those competitors still underground are regretting, while oneself is now the focus of the deities' attention, about to reach the pinnacle of life.

Oh, that feeling, that delight, how could the word "ecstatic" be sufficient? A bright future is already within reach.

"This really has arranged things plainly indeed."

Glancing at the hopeful expressions of the young otherworldly people waiting around her, Dorothy gained some understanding of Lord Demon King's devilish taste for fun.

She is so naughtily bad, truly a demon who plays with people's hearts.
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It's Dorothy's first time at the talent market, but out of curiosity, she had researched plenty beforehand; she knew that in this business hall, otherworldly individuals could register their information, while the witches could browse it.

The talent market would classify the otherworldly individuals based on their registered information, and precisely send them to witches with corresponding needs, facilitating the witches' selection process as if they were picking and choosing vegetables in the market.

Most who emerged from the ground to ascend to Witch Sky Island were real talents with something special to offer, so there was no worry about there being any unwanted leftovers; and if there were, the talent market had a special process for dealing with it, what's called a guaranteed distribution.

In short, everything was arranged, and that was that.

"Little Fairy, do you need any Servants, any special requirements?"

Dorothy was still pondering Lord Demon King's wicked schemes when Senior Mia, walking in front, suddenly turned and asked.

"Uh..."

After a slight start, the homebody witch also fell into thought.

She didn't have any requests; had she not just come across this talent market today by chance, she wouldn't even have thought about it. She was here simply to broaden her horizons, how should she know what she needed now?

If she really had to articulate a request, it would be for something pleasing to the eye, not for any other purpose but for her own pleasure.

But of course, Dorothy could not brazenly express such a vain desire; it required a different phrasing.

"Let's just look around, if there's someone I feel a connection with, we'll see. Let's leave it all to the guidance of fate."

.... the homebody witch said earnestly.....