Otaku Witch

In the War Room...

"Go, captain, go!"

"Captain, you absolutely must teach that arrogant guy a lesson."

"Exactly, who does she think she is? The second Club President? Our Armed Society isn't one to be bullied by just anyone."

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Members of the small team belonging to Alice were, at that moment, cheering on their little team leader while feeling indignant about the challenger; they were looking forward to their captain sorting out that delusional lunatic soon.

However, when those blood-red eyes swept over them, everyone shut their mouths, not daring to speak further.

Although their little team leader was usually amiable, making people want to hold her like a doll and pamper her, once those turquoise eyes turned red, it meant that the captain had entered combat mode. In such moments, the captain truly radiated authority, instilling fear in those who beheld her.

Titles like the "Blood Moon's True Crimson Princess" and "Princess of Annihilation" weren't given lightly; they were hard-earned in the Arena.

Seeing that these team members who had dared to insult her sister had finally shut up, Alice shifted her gaze, while definitely planning to find any excuse to make these motormouths train ruthlessly after returning.

But for now, the little witch's main focus was still on the upcoming duel, which was a long-awaited clash with her sister.

The last time the sisters dueled was ten years ago when they first met. At that time, Alice had just returned home from the Witch Academy for a holiday, only to hear the news that their mother was planning to remarry. The little witch was furious, crying and protesting against it.

But their mother was adamant, saying she had finally managed to win over the man she had pursued through various threats and bribes, and she couldn't possibly abandon him. Reluctantly, Alice had to choose to endure.

Back then, little Alice had thought that she would eventually severely teach her stepfather, who was merely a mortal mage, and her half-witch stepsister, who she'd heard was of average talent, a lesson. She would protect the family in her own way since their mother, already dazzled by love, had become unreliable; thus, she had to rely on herself.

So, on the day their parents officially blended their families, three-year-old little Alice directly challenged her six-year-old stepsister to a duel.

Then...

Well, there was no then...

It could hardly be called a duel; it was more like an adult teasing a child, and her sister's methods were extremely cruel—Alice's bottom was almost whipped to shreds.

Keep in mind that neither of her mothers had ever spanked her before; the first time her bottom was spanked, it was by that detestable stepsister.

Little Alice hated that so much.

So after that incident, she often challenged her sister to duels, but each time, it ended with her own bottom blossoming in defeat.

However, following that event, Alice never challenged her sister to a duel again, and the relationship between the sisters began to grow closer.

Over the years, Alice had contemplated challenging her sister to a rematch, but each time she proposed the idea, her sister made excuses, saying things like, "Please spare your sister, I'm just a weak half-witch," "What's the point for you, an Armed Witch, to compete with me, a Research Witch?" and "Look at your Magic Power and then at mine, Alice, I don't remember raising you to be a bully"...

In short, her sister was utterly unwilling, and Alice, feeling helpless, gave up. She really thought her sister was simply afraid of losing to her younger sister and being embarrassed, so as the most empathetic younger sister, she decided to save her sister's face and gradually stopped bringing up dueling.

Speaking of which, although real combat wasn't her sister's forte, her Combat Magic theory was always impressive. Even if her sister never admitted it and would modestly claim to know little, in reality, she seemed to know all sorts of tactics and combat spells.

Over the years, Alice's rapid progress and success in the Armed Society was because every time she was defeated, she would pull out her Spellbook and ask her sister for guidance, then wipe out her competition with the detailed duel strategies her sister provided.

This made Alice admire her sister more and more, while also hoping to one day join her on the battlefield to establish their own Witch Territory. Alice thought it wouldn't matter even if her sister was really weak, as she would fight hard for both of them, and all her sister needed to do was to stay behind and offer her tactics like before.

Unfortunately, her sister was always preoccupied with her lame alchemical research, always thinking about the secular goal of making money, not very witch-like at all, more like a cunning merchant.

At first, Alice was almost convinced by her sister's lethargic attitude toward everything, until a few days ago when she saw her sister cleanly and efficiently dispatch the Student Council President.

Tsk, sister, and you said you don't understand duels?

From that moment on, Alice knew she had been bamboozled by her sister's wicked sense of humor for all these years.

Of course, considering their current relationship, she naturally couldn't harbor any resentment towards her sister, but that didn't stop the little witch from being angry.

She was really angry now, and only a good fight with her sister, either giving or receiving a thrashing, would suffice. She wanted to have a proper duel with her sister.

Unfortunately, since then, her sister had been hiding inside the Tower of Shine and hadn't come out.

Even though Alice was now the captain of Thirteenth Squad and seemed quite glorious, she had no qualifications to reside in the Tower of Shine, as it only housed the top 999 students of the academy.

If it were purely based on combat power, Alice thought she might make it into that ranking.

She was ranked 14th within the Armed Society, and considering the entire school, and counting those strong individuals who hadn't joined the Armed Society for various reasons like leaders of other significant clubs, little witch estimated her rank to be around 500.

Unfortunately, eligibility for the Tower of Shine was based on cumulative academic credits, which not only included combat power but also grades in academic courses, contributions to the academy, and so on, and Alice...

Alas, it was already good enough if the little witch didn't fail her academic courses; they were a significant drag on her.

According to this ranking, Alice had fallen behind to beyond a thousandth place in the entire school rankings. Perhaps when she grew a little older and her strength improved, she could move into that tower dormitory that every Witch Student dreamed of.

Actually, these past few days, Alice wanted to visit her sister in the Tower of Shine, but she was a bit scared of the Student Council President and was simply too embarrassed to ask for the visitation permission. Therefore, she could only keep it to herself.

But now the opportunity had arrived; the sister who showed up uninvited was too good a chance to miss, and their long-dreamed-of duel could finally begin.

The little witch was filled with a fighting spirit. A phantom of a Blood Moon, formed by her powerful Magic Power, appeared behind her, and her shadow began to morph into a ferocious beast. Alice was all fired up.

Awesome, sister, today I must avenge the spanking from those years ago.

The little witch thought to herself.

Unfortunately, her excitement didn't last long before a magic Array from the Arena fell directly above her head. Subsequently, Alice's momentum visibly started to wane.

"Tch, damn the evaluation standards. It's so annoying."

The little witch, feeling like she had been emptied, thought somewhat irritably.

But there was no other way since the duel that her sister was going to participate in wasn't a no-rules fight but an assessment of Combat Magic skills.

In this mode, the Arena would forcibly equalize the mana of both contestants to the same level, and it also prohibited the use of any equipment other than the Magic Wand, such as Battle Robes, Scrolls, Alchemy Elixirs, etc., to create a relatively fair environment.

(Don't even ask how special professions like Alchemists are assessed; this is a practical assessment for the Combat Magic System, other systems need not be assessed.)

Even in this mode, the contestants would still have some differences in strength due to talents and specialties, but for witches, talents and specialties were also considered part of the skills.

If you can't beat someone with the same amount of Magic Power, then it's simply because your skills are inferior. There's no denying this.

Alice's initially close to 200,000 mana because of the Array's suppression had been casually reduced to just 13,000 mana, leaving the little witch feeling especially weak and uncomfortable.

But that was okay, this discomfort could be resolved by willpower alone. Today, Alice was determined to complete her revenge on her sister with equal Magic Power. Charge!

Although now, behind the little witch, that once-cool phantom of the Blood Moon had dwindled to mere shadow, and the fierce beast in the shadows had turned meek and thin, leaving behind none of her former majesty, only her cuteness. But Alice didn't mind; she considered these to be minor issues.

However, speaking of her sister, her Magic Power enhancement speed lately was a bit fierce; how did it reach 13,000 mana in just a few days?

Never mind, it's still a good thing, let's just keep focusing on the duel.

These past few days, she had repeatedly studied the fight between her sister and the Student Council President. She thought the only reason her sister had won was that the President was careless, and then her sister's Space-Time Talent instantly finished the fight. But Alice wouldn't be careless.

Sister, your quick-kill approach won't work on me. Let me show you my growth after years of hustling in the Armed Society.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Just thinking about being able to avenge her spanking from those years ago and perhaps even getting a chance to spank her sister in return had the little witch fired up once again.

She was determined to win this battle.

As the gate of the War Room slowly lifted, Alice rode her broom soaring into the sky.

With the start of the match signaled by the drum, the little witch launched a quick attack. She had seen the terror of her sister's quick-attack tactic before, so this time she wasn't going to yield the first move.

The little witch pulled out her twin gun Magic Wands and mounted her beloved modified racing broom. She became a streak of red light, immediately speeding away at the first opportunity.

In that moment, Alice felt like a cowboy armed with beloved guns, riding a galloping horse; she felt her chances of winning were very good.

So, she gladly went in for the attack.

Then...

With a "Bang..." as if some fruit had split open,

Dorothy slowly retracted her hand, which had transformed into a terrifying dragon claw, then licked the fresh red from her sharp claw.

"Oh, my foolish sister, this is your growth over the years. Still too slow."

And behind her, that streak of increasingly vibrant red light sped off far before coming to a stop, revealing the headless corpse on the broom. Continue your journey with empire

Afterward, the body helplessly fell from the broom, but before it hit the ground, it turned into a cloud of dust and scattered into nothingness.

"Next..."

Dorothy calmly shook the blood off her hands and then spoke.

Her eyes, which had turned from pitch-black to a ghastly red, calmly surveyed the surroundings, those eyes shimmering with a sinister red glow and golden dragon pupils chilling anyone who dared meet her gaze.

.....The entire arena was in shock.....