Otaku Witch

"I'm not blind; I saw this in the room."

Denisha then pulled out a planning book nearly two meters thick and rolled her eyes at her sister.

Upon seeing this, Dorothy felt somewhat embarrassed and scratched her head.

It wasn't that she couldn't let go of Denisha, which was why she thought of leaving behind some brilliant strategies, but out of concern, what should have been a small note of suggestions turned into an encyclopedia as thick as the one now.

She had also hidden this encyclopedia in Denisha's room and used magic to conceal it, with the spell set to expire after she left, automatically revealing the book.

But she had somewhat underestimated the future Divine King. She hadn't expected her concealment magic to be so easily discovered by Denisha, which was quite embarrassing.

So, the question was, how should she explain it now? Should she say she had to elope with her sisters for a while and would return after a few centuries of wandering?

Forget it, she had a feeling that if she said that, she would personally experience what it was like to be against the God King today.

While the homebody witch was worrying about this, Denisha took the initiative to speak up.

"Okay, stop wasting your brain thinking of excuses to fool me. I wasn't planning to ask you why. I've had a vague premonition that this day would come sooner or later," Denisha said, her eyes low and voice tinged with loss.

She was not a fool. How could she not notice the abnormalities of her childhood sweetheart over all this time?

At first, she could deceive herself about the magic, but as Dorothy produced more and more things far beyond the era, she began to suspect that something was not right. Especially as she herself grew stronger and came to understand the magic's wonder, she had a vague guess in her heart.

Her childhood sweetheart clearly didn't belong to this era; she was very likely a Traveler across space-time.

However, every time such a thought crossed her mind, she would for some inexplicable reason ignore it, as if someone was obstructing her from making the discovery, but as she grew stronger, this obstruction became harder to maintain. Recently, she had been able to resist what seemed like an out-of-control block or perhaps a block from her own cognition.

Even recently, she could faintly sense that this world did not seem all that real, as if it were a dream.

Watching Denisha, who seemed to have a gaze that could cross the timelines, Dorothy felt her scalp tingle.

Mommy, is this what real King's Qualification is? Being able to vaguely connect with the laws of space-time so early, she almost saw through the very nature of the Witch's Night illusion.

What exactly would happen when Truman discovers his world is just a fabrication is hard to say.

At this moment, Dorothy realized that her previous worries were indeed overthinking. The future God King Denisha was not a fake who would become useless without her; she was a true genius, destined to be the savior of the Witch World, a real protagonist.

She had indeed been quite the show-off for some time, even overshadowing the Divine King's brilliance at times, giving the impression that the God King was merely an onlooker and everything depended on her. But now, it seemed that was all an illusion.

Just as her concealment magic could not deceive Denisha's eyes, and considering the latter's strength which had already reached world pinnacle level, it's likely that good sister was always just playing along with her and not standing on the sidelines, but rather not wanting to compete for the spotlight with her younger sister, and possibly her own presence was even hindering Denisha's performance.

Thinking about it, it made sense. The reason she was so outstanding during this period was simply because she had been outstanding in reality, and now she was just reviewing the knowledge she had already mastered.

If she could recover her memories through this review, why couldn't Denisha? And her real identity...

Hiss...

Ah, the Clown turns out to be myself.

After realizing this, Dorothy was extremely ashamed and conjured a clown mask to put on her face, to cover up her cheeks that were as red as a monkey's butt.

"Sorry, it was presumptuous of me. Pretend this book never happened," she said.

She wanted to take back the thick encyclopedia, but it was quickly reclaimed by Denisha at lightning speed.

"Nice try, Dorothy. You think you can take back something you've given to me? Impossible," Miss Shepherdess said, somewhat annoyed as she glared at her sister.

However, she quickly realized that her pretense of ingenuousness seemed to have given her away, and she felt a bit of embarrassment as well.

Fortunately, with both sides feeling awkward, they reached a sort of embarrassed equilibrium.

"How long do you expect to be gone?" Denisha asked after a long silence.

"I'm not sure, perhaps a few decades, or maybe even a few hundred years."

Dorothy answered honestly as well.

After that, the two of them fell into silence once again.

Just then, the Monument of Heroes above them suddenly shone with Holy Light, and figures emitting a rich faith-based Spiritual Light descended from the heavens, guided by the Formation already laid out on the ground and into the mechanical dolls below.

Heroic Spirits were born.

And this also meant...

"Well, it seems we're out of time, Denisha, I'm sorry, I've broken our appointment."

Glancing at the countdown in her line of sight, which now showed only a few minutes remaining, Dorothy finally mustered the courage to overcome the awkwardness and confessed as much.

However, Miss Shepherdess simply shook her head.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Dorothy. I should be thanking you. And don't worry, I will guard everything in Pandora City for you, for this is the home we built together. I will wait here patiently for the day you return."

"Then, goodbye."

"Goodbye…"

After the final farewell, Dorothy's consciousness suddenly felt as if it was rising in water, and the last thing she saw was her own body collapsing.

Ah, so disconnecting wasn't a sudden disappearance but literally falling down dead.

This was Dorothy's last thought.

....

Meanwhile, Denisha, remaining in the same spot, reached out to embrace her sister, who seemed to have suddenly lost her soul, and then as if suddenly perceiving something, she looked up at her own reflection cast upon the glass window before her.

"Why must you deceive yourself like this, Denisha?"

The reflection, far more beautiful, far more majestic, and much colder than Miss Shepherdess, spoke.

"This is merely a substitute, why bother playing house with such a counterfeit for so long?"

The reflection looked at the soulless body in Denisha's arms, its expression complex.

"Who is really fooling themselves? God King?"

But Denisha was not the least bit intimidated; after settling her sister to one side, her gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, dreams and reality, meeting the almost divine eyes of the reflection, she countered.

"This is the Soul from Another World, innately immune to paradoxes of space-time, a time traveler by nature. If you are not feeling guilty, why seal her memories of growing up with me?"

"Both of us know very well that she is Dorothy, a gift from the deities to us."

"You ruined your share of the gift, now don't be envious of mine."

Miss Shepherdess gazed directly at the reflection on the glass, causing the nearly divine image to become somewhat annoyed.

"What's yours and mine, we are essentially one and the same."

The reflection claimed.

"Essentially, yes, but not completely. Who asked you to be so cowardly, fearful of loss again, that you created me, this Incarnation, to take your place?"

Denisha retorted once more.

So, the person and the shadow faced each other, and in the end, the shadow snorted coldly and dispersed.

"Then work hard, for if you cannot clear this dream, all is but mere talk."

...The Divine King simmered with silent fury....