Otaku Witch

Chapter 1201: Chapter 688: Test Subject for the Blade

As night fell, in a certain wild mountain forest, the glow of the campfire dispelled a patch of darkness. Two witches were sitting by the campfire, watching the pot hanging over the fire, where fish soup was bubbling away.

Even though it was an outdoor camping meal, this pot of fish soup was exceptionally delicious, emitting an aroma that could waft for miles.

“Wow, I didn’t expect your cooking skills to live up to their reputation. When I heard you went to be a nutritionist for the Armed Society, I thought it was just a gimmick.”

Wenwen sniffed the aroma coming from the pot. She wiped the drool that unknowingly dripped from the corner of her mouth and said this.

She had just watched the entire cooking process of the young lady. Everyone used the same Culinary Magic of witches, yet the taste of the fish soup in front of her was far superior to what she had made before.

And Dorothy was quite satisfied with the praise from this less-experienced senior, nodding her head. Then she gently waved her hand, and the invisible Magic Tentacles picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the side, serving two bowls of fish soup from the pot.

“Eat quickly, after eating, it’s time to get to work.”

The homebody witch said.

Wenwen reached out to take her bowl. She looked at the milky rich broth in the bowl and disregarded the heat of the freshly cooked soup, taking a big sip, only to have her cat tongue attribute make her eyes widen from the scalding heat. But the intense deliciousness bursting in her mouth made her reluctant to spit out this imported delicacy.

She continued, suffering and enjoying it at the same time, until she swallowed that sip of soup and then stuck her tongue out like a dog, cooling it down.

“Can’t you use some magic to protect your tongue?”

Dorothy said, somewhat speechless.

The freshly cooked, boiling soup was enough to burn the tongue of mortals, but it wouldn’t hurt the witches’ bodies. Yet, not getting hurt doesn’t mean not feeling the heat.

Witches’ sensitivity to various perceptions is even sharper than that of mortals, so when mortals feel spicy, hot, or enjoyable, the witches would perceive it even more intensely and clearly.

Of course, it’s just a feeling.

For example, when being burned by fire, both witches and mortals would scream in pain, perhaps the witches even more loudly. But while mortals might have blisters and scars on their skin, witches would just have loud voices, with no actual skin injury.

“No, using magic to protect me would block out the pain but also blunt my sense of taste, wasting this deliciousness.”

Wenwen argued reasonably against the homebody witch’s suggestion, then continued delicately blowing on the bowl, as if trying to cool the fish soup down a bit.

Dorothy: “….”

Damn fool, we are witches, with magic, okay? And you’re still blowing.

She thought to herself as her hands suddenly emitted a chill. The cold air reached the bowl, immediately cooling the boiling fish soup to the perfect temperature for drinking.

The homebody witch then enjoyed the day’s catch with delight and relaxation.

What, she didn’t catch the fish? Nonsense, fishing is not so inconvenient. Who said fish must be caught from the river? Why can’t the fish caught from other fishermen count as fishing?

She caught both the fished and the fisherman, emphasizing voluntary engagement—this is the deep realm of the Fisherman. Those who understand, understand. Those who don’t should reflect on whether their realm is insufficient.

Anyway, enjoying the joy of harvest after a tiring day is genuinely gratifying—delightful.

Wenwen: “……”

The Black Wing Witch was stunned, dumbfounded by the young lady’s operation of using ice magic to cool the soup.

Oh yeah, I’m a witch, I can use magic.

She finally remembered that she was a Transcendent, with countless methods to cool a bowl of fish soup. But you couldn’t blame her—after all, witches’ magic abilities are mostly focused on combat. Before the Witch of the Forest pioneered the series of Life Magic, few thought of applying magic to daily living.

All because of the subconscious habit that blinds insight.

After coming to her senses, Wenwen also wanted to learn the young lady’s method of cooling with ice magic. But when she was about to do it, she realized she didn’t know the precise force needed to cool the fish soup.

If the fish soup gets too cold, it would be very fishy, no longer delicious.

So the question is, should she take the risk of losing a bowl of delicious soup to boldly try, or play it safe and continue using the Unique Technique of blowing with a mortal’s mouth?

The Black Wing Witch pondered for a while, then silently continued to puff up her cheeks and blow.

“Hoo… hoo… hoo…”

Dorothy: “….”

“You don’t understand, using magic to cheat lacks soul. Good things should be enjoyed like this.”

Noticing the young lady’s gaze looking at her like an idiot, Wenwen defended herself with a straight face.

You have to give it to her, it’s no wonder she’s a professional journalist—her nonsense delivery doesn’t make her blush or break a sweat.

The homebody witch was somewhat speechless but didn’t expose the senior’s last bit of stubbornness. She merely pointed at the pot in front of her, cooling all the remaining fish soup to its best drinking temperature.

Then she looked at the Soul Eater senior opposite her, her smile teasing.

Wenwen: “…..”

The Black Wing Witch directly used magic to protect her mouth, then drank the bowl of fish soup she’d been blowing on for a long time, still boiling hot, with no change in expression as she served herself another bowl.