Otaku Witch

Chapter 1208: Chapter 690: Threats (2)

Moreover, this young lady’s medical skills are indeed quite impressive. The magic potions she applied to Dorothy’s wounds were unexpectedly effective. Although the healing magic she used couldn’t compare to senior Fanny’s methods just now, it was still exceptionally skillful. Especially in handling the wounds, her technique didn’t give the homebody witch that itchy feeling, but instead felt as comfortable as soaking in warm water.

Hmm, senior Fanny’s healing is more advanced, but in terms of clinical experience, this young lady is much more seasoned.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

The homebody witch looked at her blood-covered self, knowing without a mirror that she looked quite frightening. The samurai she scared off with just one glance, and the other villagers nearby were also trembling and afraid to make a move. It was truly admirable that this doctor witch had the courage to approach.

“Afraid, but what’s right is right. Since you saved us, I can’t ignore that life-saving grace due to fear.”

The beautiful witch was momentarily stunned, then nodded and replied.

Even as she answered, her hands didn’t stop bandaging, and soon the larger wounds on Dorothy’s body were treated.

As for the small wounds…

Well, in the span of just a few sentences, those small wounds had already healed, without needing treatment.

Witnessing a scar heal visibly before her eyes, the doctor witch was amazed, astonished by the strength of her savior.

No wonder they call this the legendary Thousand-Man Slayer Battosai, truly powerful.

That was what she thought.

From the first moment she saw this savior, she had recognized this person’s identity. After all, the “Commendation Order” for Battosai had already spread throughout Japan in recent days, which also included a description and simple sketch of this Thousand-Man Slayer.

A red-haired, red-clad appearance with a distinct cross-shaped scar on the face was quite distinctive.

“You are quite exceptional. No wonder you taught such an understanding little sister.”

Hearing the doctor witch’s response, Dorothy was somewhat surprised, moving her body and standing up again.

“My sister? My lord, have you met Shadow?”

The doctor witch was taken aback, asking in surprise.

“Yes, your sister helped me with something, so saving you all was a small return.”

Dorothy nodded as she spoke.

Though this pretty young lady was now grown-up, her facial features still retained some resemblance to the little fishing witch from before, so the homebody witch understood that this was likely the sister the little witch had asked her to save previously.

“Alright then, I’ve rested enough. It’s time to continue clearing out the pests. You should return to the village as well; your sister is waiting for you.”

Dorothy said this, stretching her body, the sound of her joints cracking audibly.

It was time to follow those marked trails and initiate the chase.

However, suddenly, she frowned as she realized that the markings she had placed were disappearing one by one.

Uh…

Dorothy was puzzled, somewhat confused.

It shouldn’t be; the marks she put down were fine products from the Witch of the Forest, not so easily removed unless washed away by overwhelming magic power or…

The marked ones were dead.

“Hmmm… was it you?”

The homebody witch sensed the marks and then looked at the respectful doctor witch in front of her.

“Did you poison them?”

She realized she had misjudged the situation, thinking she had been the hero saving the beauty, not realizing this was a case of a sheep in wolf’s clothing.

“Yes.”

The doctor witch did not deny it; she calmly looked up at her savior and nodded.

“My name is Butterfly Zhen. Our village is actually a ninja village, though the ninjutsu inheritance isn’t strong. It’s just this poison technique we take pride in.”

Butterfly Zhen explained.

Learning Yin Yang Technique requires going to the Yin Yang Bureau in Heian-kyo, but these poor villagers didn’t have the qualifications or means to study there. As for Demonic Buddhism, few villagers dared to climb Monster Mountain.

Thus, the villages outside Heian-kyo practiced some mixed magic created from bits of Yin Yang Technique and Demonic Buddhism, known as ninjutsu.

However, there are geniuses in the wilderness. Though ninjutsu originated from Yin Yang Technique and Demonic Buddhism, through generations of development and improvement by talented commoners, today it has become its own system. Some secret ninjutsu of strong ninja villages even make the Chinese Clan Patriarch envious.

Unfortunately, the inheritance in their village was ordinary. Her poison technique was developed and researched by herself over time, combining her talent.

“Well, it seems I overextended myself.”

Dorothy sighed upon hearing this.

But this was good, saving her the trouble of chasing them down one by one across great distances.

“No, my lord. Though my poison technique is effective on those samurai, it takes time to work. Without your intervention, we would have been tortured to death before they succumbed, and my poison technique is ineffective against Elder Kameda. You truly are our savior.”

Worried that her savior might misunderstand, Butterfly Zhen hurriedly explained upon hearing the homebody witch’s self-deprecation.

“It’s alright; I’m not mad. In these chaotic times, having some self-preservation skills is a good thing. After all, even the best hero can’t always be on time, and in the end, one relies only on oneself.”

Dorothy smiled reassuringly at Miss Doctor.

Saying this, she glanced at the other villagers, who still looked at her with fear, intending to leave, but Butterfly Zhen stopped her again.

“Lord Battosai, please let us follow you.”

Miss Doctor suddenly knelt down and pleaded.

But Dorothy didn’t pay attention to her.

What a joke, right now, she could barely protect herself and had no time to take on these burdens.

Besides, she’s acting in a classic Japanese sword play film, not a plot about taking in followers and conquering territories.

However, after only a few steps, she stopped, turning to look at Miss Doctor behind her.

Butterfly Zhen picked up a katana that a fleeing samurai had dropped and held it horizontally against her own neck, the sharp blade already leaving a faint trace of blood on her fair skin.

“What do you mean?”

The homebody witch frowned and coldly asked.

“My lord, behind this Kameda family is the entire Chinese Clan force. If we cannot follow you, is there any place for us on this Japan island?”

Miss Doctor’s expression was also desolate as she spoke.

“Rather than being humiliated and killed by the Chinese Clan later, I’d rather slit my throat here and endure less pain.”

“Then die when I leave; why perform this scene in front of me?”

Dorothy was indeed not one to fall for this. She hated being threatened, even if Butterfly Zhen was threatening her own life.

But Miss Doctor remained calm.

“My lord, you’re indeed a true hero, a good person, but unfortunately, I can’t be so noble. I only ask you to protect my sister, Shadow, who is still young.”

Butterfly Zhen pleaded.

Though the method was despicable, taking advantage of this lord’s kindness was her only means as an elder sister to save her sister.

If she died here, the slightest bit of guilt from this kind lord would ensure Shadow’s safety.

Regrettably, repaying the lord’s life-saving grace must wait for the next life.

With that thought, she was ruthless, giving Dorothy no time to think, moving the katana in her hand.

Thus, a stream of blood flowed, the butterfly cherry blossom hairpin gracefully falling to the ground.

…the young lady committed seppuku…