Otaku Witch

Madeline was truly exhausted at this moment. She now felt that anyone who wanted to be the club president could go ahead and take the position; she definitely didn't want it anymore. It was just too hard to lead, truly impossible.

"Can't you guys put up a bit of a fight? We finally have the chance to be guided by an expert, can't you perform a little better? Weren't you doing well just a moment ago? How did you regress in just a few minutes?"

Watching her past efforts in training order and discipline now being destroyed by a single meal, the Succubus Witch had nothing left to say.

Tired, no longer in love, let it be whatever it will be.

Madeline really wanted to say that, but as a witch whose Martial Soul was that of a Paladin, her sense of responsibility obviously didn't allow her to just quit. She turned around intending to explain a couple of things to Euphilia, hoping to salvage the situation somewhat.

However, as she turned, she suddenly realized that there was no one beside her anymore.

Madeline: "???"

The heart of the Succubus Witch panicked.

Ah, could this be the expert's wrath, has she already stormed off?

No sooner had Madeline thought this than she took a closer look and was shocked to find that a tall figure had joined the fray at the pot.

The Her Majesty the Dragon Queen was now quickly filling her bowl with food, her actions adept and precise, as if she was very accustomed to this sort of thing.

Observing this, the Succubus Witch really wanted to ask, "Big shot, why are you so skilled at this?"

On the other hand, Euphilia wasn't bothered by the chaos in the cafeteria; in fact, she even found it endearing.

Yes, this was the taste she knew, this was the Armed Society she was familiar with, this was how the little witches of the Armed Society should be. The previous image of strict obedience, though good from a military standpoint, definitely lacked the spirit and vigor of a little witch.

If they aren't brimming with youthful energy, can they even be called youth?

From the perspective of a military officer, strict obedience and iron-clad discipline in the battle group are certainly desirable, but that doesn't mean the more obedient, the better. After all, if that were the case, wouldn't an army of absolute obedient puppets be even better?

So, discipline is very important, but so is personal initiative. Besides, a witch's magic originates from a heart of belief, and once that heart is also constricted by various rigid rules, such a witch cannot go far.

Therefore, an excellent Commander of a Witch Battle Group must learn to balance discipline and personality. It's crucial to have witches follow orders without stifling their personalities, which is quite challenging.

And this is why there are many capable fighters in the Witch World, but few skilled at leading as commanders.

The Little Succubus does have the talent to be a leadership-type, but she is still too green and emphasizes discipline a bit too much.

This was what Euphilia thought, then she looked nostalgically at the little witches around her, now fighting over food.

Yes, this reminded her of her childhood, the little witch training camps in the Dragon Kingdom loved using food to stimulate the little witches to reveal their true natures, and indeed, if you arrived late at the cafeteria there, you'd go hungry.

But thinking back, in the Dragon Kingdom's training camps, the fights over food were because the portions were scant and insufficient, but what was happening now? The pot seemed to have ample food just moments ago, and yet they were fighting just to eat sooner. Was that really necessary?

Looking down at the bowl in front of her filled with her daughter's cooking, Euphilia was curious.

She then, with a hundred people's share, returned to Madeline's side and kindly shared ten portions with the Succubus Witch.

Well, as a Peak Witch, her appetite was naturally terrifying. For a witch of her level, eating was purely for entertainment, just to experience the taste.

After all, their ability to absorb and digest Magic Power was too strong. Even the high-quality cuisine containing Magic Power was instantly absorbed, and there was no way it could fill their stomachs. If they really wanted to feel full, they probably had to swallow an entire world.

Therefore, if Euphilia decided to let loose and eat, that meal would not involve any other little witches, not even leaving them a pot.

But after all, this was her own daughter's creation. The Dragon Witch's mindset at this time was like a mother showing off her daughter's certificate of achievement, eager for everyone to witness her daughter's prowess.

So, tasting a hundred servings would do.

That's what Euphilia thought, and then she casually found a spot and started eating.

"Thank you."

Seeing that Her Majesty the Dragon Queen kindly brought food for herself, Madeline, who was already gearing up to join the fray, was taken aback and then joyfully thanked her.

Well, did she go to all that trouble to have the young Miss serve as a culinary consultant for the club really just for the benefit of others? It was not just for the young Miss's Martial Soul and her culinary skills. Today, amid all the bustle, she hadn't even managed to have a hot bite, almost making a loss.

Just as she finished thanking and was about to excitedly start eating, suddenly her martial artist intuition began frantically alerting her, warning her that she was being targeted by something terrifying, making her feel as if her body and soul were trembling. It was akin to a mortal facing a starving Great Dragon.

Turning the situation more uncomfortable for Madeline, she instantly detected the source of the danger, which was none other than the Dragon Queen sitting opposite her.

The Succubus Witch carefully raised her head and, unsurprisingly, found the bowl across her empty, while the appetite-aroused Dragon Witch was now staring at her, her eyes turning red.

Madeline: "...."

Hey, boss, don't scare people like that! You just gave that to me yourself; I'm not trying to steal food from a dragon's mouth.

The terrified Succubus Witch, though reluctant to part with the food right before her, ultimately prioritized her life.

Fortunately, just when she was about to push the bowl across to her, Euphilia had already returned to normal.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you; it's just that Dorothy's skills are truly surprising."

Suppressing the sin of Gluttony that had been elicited within her, the Dragon Witch sincerely apologized to the weak, pitiful, helpless, but very hungry Succubus Witch in front of her, then strained not to look at the bowl.

Really, she considered herself quite worldly as a seasoned foodie; what delicacies hadn't she tried? She regularly freeloaded from the Dragon King's Imperial Chef team.

But her own daughter's cooking was really something else; that soul-meltingly sublime taste was something she hadn't experienced before, not even heard of.

If there were such a thing as the Omniscient and Omnipotent of Culinary Arts, Euphilia thought her daughter might not be far from that level.

She knew, even as the greatest foodie herself, the Dragon King with a chef team assembled from various worlds, their skills were not this outrageous. It was astonishing that just one meal had almost made her, known for her unwavering will in the Combat Magic System, lose her composure.

Ah, Dorothy, Dorothy, what else are you hiding?

The Dragon Witch thought about her treasure of a daughter and fell into deep thought.

...The Homebody Witch, who had escaped earlier, suddenly sneezed...