Otaku Witch

"So the newspaper is already here today? Come, let me see how they've been singing my praises."

At the dining table, Dorothy suddenly noticed a pile of newspapers next to Sophia's hand, her eyes lighting up, and with a gesture, the invisible Mage's Hand fetched the stack of newspapers for her.

Within Witch Academy, there is a news agency, and the Little Witch Daily is their handiwork, modeled after Witch World's best-selling newspaper—the Witch Daily. In fact, the Inky Feather News Agency behind it at the academy is indeed the Witch Daily Society, and those Big-mouthed Crows can join the newspaper directly after graduation and become paparazzi in training.

Of course, as for the authenticity of the news reported by these Big-mouthed Crows...

Well, let's just say those in the know, know. It's only good for a laugh, and anyone who believes it all is a dumbass.

But Dorothy was thinking, given her own overwhelming display of power yesterday, single-handedly taking down the entire Armed Society—a veritable descent of a deity—the Big-mouthed Crows should not have distorted the truth too terribly even with a little artistic flair.

Not asking for much, just a bit of hype on how awesome I am would do.

The homebody witch thought as much and began sipping Dragon Milk with magic, simulating habit as she unfolded the newspaper in her hands.

Then...

"Pfff..."

Dorothy nearly sprayed the milk out, almost drenching Sophia sitting opposite her, but thankfully the Angel Witch seemed to have anticipated this. The moment that young lady opened the newspaper, she had already preemptively set up a Shield Spell, leaving the thick, white, viscous liquid to slide down the transparent shield helplessly, not soiling the Angel's purity one bit.

"Miss, please do cherish your food."

Although Sophia said this with austere seriousness, the corners of her dignified phoenix eyes were crinkling with mirth.

Clearly, she was all too aware of the contents of the newspaper.

"Nonsense, those Bird People are besmirching my innocence. Can someone explain to me what the hell this headline, 'Shocking! Succubus Club President blissfully unconscious on the field, and the prime culprit is her' is supposed to mean?"

Across from her, Dorothy didn't even bother to wipe off the white Dragon Milk that had leaked from her mouth; with a smack, she slammed the far-fetched newspaper on the table. Her normally seductive, bright peach blossom eyes were wide open, momentarily giving her an exceptionally adorable look.

"Emmmm, while it's true those Big-mouthed Crows normally report in this style, credit where credit's due, this time their reporting is quite factual."

The Angel Witch dabbed at her lips gracefully with a napkin, removing a trace of Dragon Milk from the corner of her mouth, which added a glossy, tempting sheen to her naturally rosy lips.

Too bad that such a pretty mouth was uttering words that stung.

"Speaking rationally, miss, although you did indeed win yesterday, you didn't win as thoroughly as you think."

"Uh..."

Dorothy was taken aback, her mind briefly revisiting yesterday's match. But she had passed out right after the match was over, and she didn't really remember the final outcome. She only knew she had won in the end.

Wasn't it because she ultimately defeated the Succubus Club President with Oula that she won? How else could she have won?

"So please, speak plainly."

Dorothy, increasingly dissatisfied, stared at the enigmatic Angel across from her and slapped the table again.

"Just look for yourself, isn't there a recorded video beneath the newspaper?"

Sophia didn't answer, instead managing to cover her mouth with her hand like a lady, concealing her barely containable laughter.

Dorothy: "...."

Once again she lowered her head and looked at the newspaper in her hand.

Just like in the magic movie she had seen in her previous life, newspapers in the Witch World also came with dynamic images and weren't like the static photographs in Mortals' newspapers. Therefore, Dorothy quickly found the recording of yesterday's Duel.

Anxious, she pulled the progress bar of the video recording to the end, then she widened her eyes and looked carefully.

Hmm, there seems to be no problem here. Indeed, after a barrage of Oula, that Succubus Club President ultimately rolled her eyes back and fainted.

Is there anything odd about this?

Dorothy looked up at Sophia opposite her, but the Angel Witch still spoke no human language.

"Miss, please look carefully."

Helpless, the homebody witch had no choice but to watch it again, this time with extra care, not missing a single detail. And so...

Oh no...

This time Dorothy noticed the focus point she had previously overlooked.

Madeline HP 233/1.3kNôv(el)B\\jnn

Damn, how come her HP didn't drop to zero at the end, leaving just a sliver of health? How did she lose consciousness then?

"Hahaha..."

Seeing their lady's suddenly dumbfounded expression, the Angel Witch across from her could no longer hold back and burst out laughing with particular delight.

"Congratulations, you are the first witch to pleasure the Jade-faced Asura, the Cold-Hearted Succubus, to such an extent. To make a succubus unable to withstand that much pleasure and faint from sheer delight, just shows, as expected of you, my Miss. You're truly powerful."

Sophia hadn't been this happy in a long time. In her excellent mood, she felt she could eat a mountain's worth of rice just savoring her Miss's frustrated expression.

Well done, Big-mouthed Crows, you've got your funding for the year.

Dorothy: "...."

Dammit...

Seeing Sophia laughing so loudly opposite her, she opened her mouth wanting to argue back but found herself at a loss for words. Enjoy new adventures at empire

She could only continue to sulk and read the newspaper, but then, the next headline brought her amusement.

"Hahaha, Sophia, have you finished reading this newspaper? The second page isn't bad either."

She too laughed heartily, all the while staring strangely at the Angel Witch's head across from her.

Sophia: "...."

The newspaper had actually just arrived not long ago; she had only managed to read the front-page headline, and hadn't gotten to the rest. But now, the way her Miss was looking at her gave her a bad feeling.

So, with a swift move, she snatched the newspaper from her Miss's hands and directly flipped to the second page.

In the next instant, the Angel Witch nearly turned into a Fallen Angel.

There on the second page's headline were written a few bold characters.

"The president of our hearts, when you fall for a wild horse, you must face the prairie. You must stay strong."

Damn it, you damned Bird People, as long as I remain the Student Council President for one more day, you can forget about getting even a penny of funding.

That day, a terrifying oppression, as if deities had descended, radiated once again from the top of the Tower of Shine across the entire academy, causing countless little witches to tremble in fear.

...The Angel Witch is shaking with rage and cold...