Otaku Witch

Alas, before Dorothy could do anything to salvage what might have been salvageable in her first love, a figure suddenly dropped from the sky, landing between her and Senior Mia.

Yes, it was a Fox Spirit.

Dorothy had no choice but to deftly catch her completely limp junior sister with her Mage's Hand, and then placed the utterly incapacitated Audrey on a chair next to her.

However, compared to her own full-body phantom pain, Little Fox's expression was slightly peculiar, her enchanting face flushed with a seductive red.

"So tell me, why on earth would you, an art student, get the wild idea to join this Combat Magic System training?"

She somewhat irritably said to this naive junior sister.

"But, senior sister, you and sister both went, and besides, learning more things is always beneficial. I used to study Orc Secret Martial Arts with my mother."

Although Little Fox hadn't fully regained her senses yet, her spirit had recovered, and she manipulated her Little Puppet to strike a punching pose as she spoke.

"Besides, it's not that exaggerated; I feel like I've had a full-body massage. It's quite comfortable." Your next journey awaits at empire

After Audrey slightly recovered, she lazily stretched her body as though she had just stepped out from a massage parlor, embracing her bushy tails, showing little desire to move.

Dorothy: "...."

She remembered that this junior sister in front of her, despite appearing very much like a fox spirit, was actually a hybrid of a Succubus and seemed to have that same miraculous talent as the Club President, which allowed turning pain into pleasure.

Tsch, just because you have a good talent doesn't make you amazing, doesn't give you the right to do whatever you want. Let me tell you, Audrey, once you lose the fear of pain, it also dulls your perception of danger. A true warrior always confronts pain and overcomes it. Those who rely on talent to cheat won't get far.

In reality, Dorothy was just sourly consoling herself due to her insufficient Magic Power to evolve such an unnecessary talent.

But sour as she was, she had actually been watching her own mother's thorough testing of Little Fox, and the displayed strength of Audrey had also shocked her.

This was the first time she realized that her seemingly weak and harmless junior sister was actually a master of martial arts, skilled in fist fighting.

As she had previously mentioned, Audrey had studied the Orc Witch Secret Martial Arts. Though the Orc Witches were a ferocious race known for close combat, and their Secret Martial Arts might not be on par with the Dragon King's personal teachings from the Dragon Kingdom, they were still ancient and not to be underestimated.

Given her Nine-Tailed Fox Witch's bloodline, the martial arts Audrey learned was the Foxfolk Witch's secret martial arts. Foxfolk are not known for their strength, so this school emphasizes technique over power; its style is more sinister and discreet, focusing on quick, precise, and fierce strikes, with a priority on dodging steps.

The main approach is to move swiftly to lock in on the opponent's weak spots and strike unexpectedly.

Whenever she entered combat mode, this usually gentle and sensible junior sister immediately showed her fierce animalistic side inherent in the Orc template; her movements were as fluid and elegant as dance, each motion unusually graceful—however, as is often the case in nature, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it can be.

Just like a rose with thorns, when one is beguiled by its beautiful appearance, the sharp thorns underneath can unexpectedly pierce one's hand.

Every strike from Audrey targeted a vital spot; whenever she saw an opportunity, she struck with the precision of a python lunging from its lair, and at those times, her ten ring-style Magic Wands transformed into close-combat form, a pair of knuckledusters with sharp spikes, looking brutally ferocious.

Additionally, aside from her ferocious hand-to-hand combat technique, Little Fox also mastered ground techniques, excelling in various joint locks to a refined degree. As a dancer and singer, the seemingly harmless delicate body concealed surprising flexibility, enabling her to effortlessly adopt poses that ordinary people couldn't.

This not only made her punches more tricky and peculiar but also gave her an advantage in grappling techniques.

In any case, in Dorothy's view, the skills displayed by this junior sister were even stronger than those of Lena, the second-ranked Tiger Demi-Witch from the Armed Society she had fought before.

And you're telling me your job is a dancer and singer?

Anyway, the homebody witch was frightened by this junior sister's fighting stance. Who would have thought that this usually adorable and clumsy creature, once in battle mode, could be so scheming? Gouging eyes, pulling hair, picking noses, kidney punches, low blows, and other unrestricted techniques were used as long as they were effective, perfectly embodying the saying, cunning as a fox.

Dorothy felt her scalp tingle just watching.

She even began to wonder if Audrey's usual clumsy demeanor was also an act, and that this fox's true nature was actually dark and deceitful.

Regrettably, although Audrey's strength was somewhat beyond Dorothy's expectations, it was still utterly useless against Euphilia. Little Fox tried all her tricks, but they were all countered one by one by the Dragon Witch, and once she ran out of new moves, the battle turned into a brutal one-sided assault.

By the way, it should be emphasized again that Mother Dragon had really shown mercy to Dorothy before, after all, Audrey almost literally turned into hand-mashed fox meatballs.

Dorothy stared sharply at her lazy junior sister and ended up figuring nothing out. If that foolish fox was really cunning, that would be the day—who would expect such deception in such a seemingly naive creature?

Moreover, the Witch Clan is ultimately a combat race; armed and research roles are merely functional distinctions and do not represent levels of strength. After all, when necessary, witches are expected to take up arms, and research witches might also find themselves on the battlefield.

Therefore, it's not necessarily true that armed witches are stronger than research witches, it's just that armed witches tend to be more combat-oriented.

In fact, there are many influential figures among research witches. Some who have spent their life in a lab enter the battlefield for the first time and accidentally wreak havoc on a few worlds—such incidents have not been uncommon in the past. Sometimes, in terms of sheer destructive power, the research group might be even more formidable.

Dorothy was reassured and lay down again.

Thus, the three witches lay side by side, watching the direction of the Arena.

Next, it would be Euphilia's turn to assess Madeline.

"Three minutes, she'll definitely be lying next to us in no more than three minutes,"

said Dorothy.

"That's my sister you're talking about, how can you say that, senior? Add thirty seconds, three and a half minutes, not a second more,"

Little Puppet retorted.

"How can you two say that? That's the Club President, we should at least... hmm, maybe 30 seconds, I think it might be even quicker,"

Senior Mia chuckled, expressing her opinion.

... the Three Witches casually munching away ...