Otaku Witch

"Oh, you're awake."

When Butterfly Zhen regained consciousness once again, the first words she heard were these.

She opened her eyes in some confusion and saw the delicate face with a cross-shaped scar.

"Benefactor, what happened to me?"

Miss Doctor immediately widened her eyes and reached for her neck, but the smooth, soft touch left her a bit at a loss.

Something's not right, this doesn't make sense.

She had decisively slit her throat, not as a joke but with real determination, hoping for a complete severance if possible, not just a major artery.

And she wasn't the kind of witch who relied on physical resilience, her strength was just that of an Elite Witch, not even a Great Witch, so suffering such severe injuries basically meant she was as good as dead.

As a professional doctor, Butterfly Zhen was quite confident in her judgment of her condition.

But now, the perfectly intact neck and the benefactor in front of her left her stunned.

"It's nothing, you just died for a while, and then I resurrected you."

Dorothy said this, and then, not waiting for the determined Miss Doctor who even tried to kill herself to speak, she added another sentence.

"You now share a life with your sister; if you kill yourself, your sister will be buried with you. Think carefully before you decide anything."

Saying this, she picked up a katana from the side and handed it to this truly fierce young lady, waiting for her decision.

"How is this possible? How can the dead be resurrected?"

Butterfly Zhen said incredulously.

For a Japanese Witch, it is common knowledge that the dead cannot be resurrected. Immortality is the pursuit of immortals, and it is also the pursuit of Japanese Witches who take immortals as their model.

As a doctor, Butterfly Zhen encountered life and death more often than ordinary people and understood the preciousness of life and the fearsome nature of death, but now, her worldview was shattered with such ease.

"Why not? Resurrection is common knowledge in the outside world. You just need to pay the Underworld enough Resurrection Gold to prove you have the value to live another life."

Dorothy laughed as she said this.

Of course, in truth, she couldn't afford the Resurrection Gold herself. The reason Butterfly Shinobi could be resurrected was simply because the Homebody Witch had connections. She successfully got this Miss Doctor a loan for her resurrection thanks to some face fruits.

Yes, the collateral was her sister Ying's life, voluntarily pledged by the Little Fishing Witch to save her sister.

So, the Homebody Witch's previous statement about the sisters now sharing a life was also true.

After hearing the explanation, Butterfly Zhen fell silent.

She looked at the tachi handed over by her benefactor, but she no longer had the courage to threaten her own life again.

After all, everything she did previously was just to protect her sister. Now that her sister's life was tied to hers, she dared not make a rash move.

Though she found this business of resurrecting the dead and sharing life with someone else quite unfathomable, she couldn't risk anything, however slight, that threatened her sister's life.

Her mother passed away early, leaving only her sister as her family; her sister was her everything.

However, in the end, she was simply too weak, unable even to protect her sister.

Butterfly Zhen was silent for a moment and then couldn't help but shed tears of helpless rage.

She didn't blame her benefactor for refusing her suicidal threats; after all, the benefactor owed them nothing, and it was her unreasonable and ungrateful attempt to exploit someone's kindness.

Now, perhaps, this outcome was just a deserved retribution.

She only hated her weakness and those despicable Chinese Clan Patriarchs. Why couldn't she and her sister, who just wanted to live quietly, be granted even such a humble hope by those greedy and reckless people?

Does this damned era mean the weak have to die, to be trampled beneath others' feet, to live in endless fear?

Miss Doctor didn't understand and didn't want to understand.

There's nothing worth cherishing in this Mortal Realm.

"Sister, you're awake!"

At this moment, an excited voice came from outside, and Butterfly Ying stood at the door. Seeing her sister awake, she ran over and jumped into her sister's arms.

"Sister, I was so scared, I thought I would never see you again."

When Lord Battosai previously brought her sister's body to her, the Little Witch was dumbfounded with fear.

She only had her sister to depend on, and without her, how could she live?

Furthermore, a world without her sister had no reason to exist; it was nothing but a Mortal Realm Purgatory.

But before Butterfly Ying could give in to despair, Lord Battosai asked her a strange question.

"If there were a miracle that could bring your sister back to life, but it required your life in return, would you agree?"

Was that even a question? Of course, she would agree; if she hesitated for even a second, she'd betray the years of care from her sister.

And then, the miracle really happened.

Seeing her sister awake and exactly as she was before, the Little Witch was overjoyed. After a long while, she finally got up from her sister's embrace and looked at Lord Battosai not far away, her eyes sparkling.

Sure enough, the Lord was a true hero, capable even of such things as resurrection.