Otaku Witch

Chapter 1207: Chapter 690: Threat

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Watching the ruthless swordsman approach them with sword in hand, and then looking at the lifeless head of the old master, Elder Kameda, lying on the ground, most of the samurai chose to flee.

The little salary they earned wasn’t enough to risk their lives for a dead old master, especially since his sole heir was also dead, the Kameda Family was basically finished.

The samurai scattered in a flurry, while Dorothy raised her hand, unsheathed her sword, and dispatched several Sword Qi attacks.

The powerful Sword Qi swept through, kicking up smoke and dust from the ruins, swiftly cutting down a few of the fleeing samurai. This sight only made the others run even faster, each one turning into a regular speedster, cursing their mothers for not giving them more legs.

However, this time, Dorothy did not continue the pursuit.

In the Eye of Judgment she possessed, each escaping samurai bore sins worthy of death, naturally, since they had served such a master and surely had committed no few wicked deeds aiding and abetting him.

The homebody witch was tempted to capture them all in one swoop, but unfortunately, after the recent burst of combat, though she had seemed to swiftly and neatly chop down the fat old lady Kameda, she had actually overexerted herself, and her body was nearing its limits.

The chase with Sword Qi just now was forced out through gritted teeth to intimidate, otherwise, had that group of samurai charged at her en masse, she might only be able to resort to her last technique—”Senior Sister, save me.”

However, no big deal, she had secretly planted marks on these fleeing samurai, so once she rested a while and her body recovered more or less, she would track them down one by one and finish them off.

Hmph, think they can escape after offending Dorothy? Not a chance.

Once the group of samurai fled in disarray and had run far away, the homebody witch, insisting on holding herself together, let out a sigh of relief, plopping herself down on a large piece of rubble that had fallen from the collapsed castle, and quietly began meditating.

As a Dragon Witch of the Yemengade lineage, she naturally excelled in physical strength and life force, even though the continuous self-detrimental burst she just endured severely overtaxed her body, leaving it somewhat tattered, the emergency repair by the Blood Sea Power and the breath-based recovery she began during her rest rapidly restored her state.

Though the Hat Senior Sister above her head said, “Serves you right acting cool and insisting on fighting with swords, just a barbarian, deserved it.”, with her mouth, in action, Senior Sister caringly extended her tentacles to massage and relax her body.

Moreover, where those lovable little tentacles traced always seeped an invisible strength into Dorothy’s body, healing her internal injuries, albeit with a tickling feeling, making the homebody witch tense up her face, fearing she’d accidently break out in laughter.

After all, the filming by Wenwen not far away was still ongoing, and laughing at this moment would ruin the setup; the cold-blooded swordsman persona wouldn’t hold.

Not only did she have to keep her face straight, she even had to brew a little “this pain is nothing” emotion in her heart and then lock it away mentally to be captured by the magic shadow camera.

The homebody witch was very dedicated to her screen debut; her acting was impeccable.

Of course, those villagers who had been brought here were looking at her with awe at this moment, Dorothy feared laughing just after killing someone would be too bizarre, scaring them.

And just as she was silently posing as a master, a beautiful witch among the villagers also plucked up her courage and approached her.

“Thank you, kind sir, for saving us.”

The witch approached, politely bowing in gratitude first, then seeing the many wounds on the homebody witch, she quickly added.

“Sir, you are injured. I know a little medicine; please allow me to heal you.”

As she spoke, she had already taken out a bunch of magic potions and whatnot, ready to proceed.

Actually, Dorothy wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, since her dragon physique’s breath-based healing would soon render her injuries fully healed, but seeing the genuine sincerity in the beautiful young lady’s eyes, she did not continue to stop her.

She quite appreciated the gratitude in people, which offered her a bit of solace, at least she hadn’t saved a bunch of ingrates.

“Tsk tsk, hero saves beauty, such mutual affection, Dorothy, this is quite the little beauty, aren’t you lucky.”

Seeing the healing witch’s actions, Hat Senior Sister withdrew her tentacles and teased her Master.

“Mm-hmm, she’s a small beauty, but Senior Sister, you’re a big beauty, I actually lost out on this one.”

Dorothy responded in her heart to Senior Sister’s tart teasing, which at last prompted Senior Sister to let out a contented hum.

Meanwhile, she looked at the village witch in front of her, earnestly and skillfully tending to her wounds.

Earnest girls do indeed score extra points, and this young lady, already quite beautiful, now exuded an even more striking aura of healing sanctity, becoming even more breathtaking.

Just like the butterfly hairpin atop her head, its wings like cherry blossom petals, she truly was a beautiful lady.

The homebody witch’s soft spot was activated again.

Hooray, this young lady’s personal massage and bandaging feels even better than Senior Sister’s tentacles. This time I win big.