Otaku Witch

This doesn't quite align with the style of the Chinese clan on Japan Island, but there's nothing to be done; who would dare challenge the strong?

This high-ponytail witch is the strongest on Japan Island, the Sword Saint, Tsukahara Isshin.

However, Tsukahara Isshin simply shook her head with some regret.

"Lord Fujiwara, I'm sorry. I arrived a step late as well and found nothing."

She answered like this.

In response, the Fujiwara witch was naturally not very satisfied, but even with her dissatisfaction, there was nothing she could do but turn her gaze to the others.

"Has anything unusual happened on Monster Mountain recently?"

She asked everyone present.

However, most of the witches had recently come out of retirement and had not concerned themselves with worldly matters for many years, so they were unaware of the situation.

But soon, a young onmyoji stood up.

This was a very handsome witch with delicate features and a tall figure, possessing an androgynous beauty that was hard to distinguish, and her temperament was pure and tranquil, like the bright moon in the sky, exuding the grace and warmth of a gentleman.

"Today, it is supposed to be the day of the Hyakki Festival."

The onmyoji witch spoke.

"I see."

Upon hearing this, the other witches present realized it suddenly, and most of them showed nostalgic expressions; in their youth, they had mostly come to Monster Mountain to receive the teachings of the Hyakki Buddhist Dharma and had naturally participated in the Hyakki Festival.

It's just that later, few people came anymore.

But...

At the mention of the Hyakki Festival, everyone turned their gaze toward Kujo Minren in the crowd.

They rarely attended the Hyakki Festival anymore, but this ancient Tengu witch still frequently participated and was once the master of Monster Mountain.

However, facing everyone's gaze, Kujo Minren, who was already frowning, looked up and glanced sideways at everyone.

"Do you suspect me?"

Thunder flashed in her eyes, and though she made no move, the sky was already churning with clouds, and thunder rumbled.

Immediately, those who had been looking at the ancient Tengu turned their gazes away.

Not someone to provoke, definitely not someone to provoke.

They had no choice but to look again at the young onmyoji.

"Seimei, Abe Seimei, the child of the white fox, isn't it? I remember that's your name; why don't I see your teacher, Kamo Tadayuki?"

Lord Fujiwara looked at the young onmyoji for a long time before remembering her name and asked this question.

"My Lord, it seems my teacher had something to handle tonight and left the bureau early; I don't know where my teacher went."

Abe Seimei also showed a hint of confusion, puzzled about why her teacher would be absent on such an occasion.

"Has the Yin Yang Bureau detected any disturbances from the Hyakki recently?"

Lord Fujiwara asked again.

The young onmyoji nodded this time.

"Earlier today, the Hyakki descended the mountain; I have already ordered people to keep an eye on their movements in the shadows, ensuring they won't cause chaos and harm the residents."

Abe Seimei replied.

"What else?"

Lord Fujiwara was clearly uninterested in the whereabouts of ordinary Hyakki; she pursued further.

Her undisguised manner made the young onmyoji frown slightly, but Abe Seimei endured a bit, thought carefully, and then answered.

"Apart from that, two unfamiliar witches have passed through the mountain earlier."

She recalled a small matter that her subordinates had reported earlier.

"Who were those two witches? What did they look like?"

Fujiwara pressed again, her face showing obvious urgency.

But this time, the young onmyoji shook her head.

"Those two were exceptionally skilled; my shikigami dared not approach too closely."

"You....."

Lord Fujiwara's face briefly flashed with anger, but with everyone present, she couldn't erupt.

And just as everyone was at a stalemate, another group of people leisurely made their way up the mountain.

It was a team of shrine maidens wearing red and white witch outfits, led by none other than Miss Ghost Mask, Amaterasu Mikoto Setsuna.

"Everyone, please disperse; in the future, without permission, no one is allowed to step into Monster Mountain. This is a Divine Witch Decree."

The Little Shrine Maiden wore a stern expression, imitating her teacher's demeanor, but there was a tinge of coolness to it as she loudly declared.

"Isn't the Great Divine Witch being a bit too domineering?"

Upon hearing this, the Chinese-clad witches seemed quite displeased, and the leading Fujiwara even directly retorted sarcastically.

However, in response, the Little Shrine Maiden glanced at her and repeated.

"This is a Divine Witch Decree."

This time, the face of the Fujiwara witch turned even uglier; she looked at everyone around, but saw that apart from the Chinese-clad witches around her, the Sword Saint, Tengu, and young onmyoji were already preparing to turn around and descend the mountain.

She had no choice but to suppress her anger and gritted her teeth, lowering her head.

"I will comply with the Divine Witch Decree."

Even though the Heaven's Guard Pavilion prided itself as the rightful rule of Japan Island, the official acknowledged Lord of Japan Island remained Amaterasu Shrine, and with the Divine Witch Decree issued, as servants, they had no choice but to comply.

But, it was so unfair, clearly seeing the legends left by the Ancestors right in front of them, yet having to give it up like this; surely, these damned shrine maidens wanted to monopolize the benefits.

The Chinese-clad witches turned angrily and gloomily descended the mountain.

......

Meanwhile, at the Yae Residence.

Eye-shaped gaps opened again, spitting out a few people along with earth.

"What the heck is going on? Ugh...."

Unexpectedly pulled in for teleportation, with no defense, Dorothy felt horrible now, like a cat suddenly thrown into a washing machine, dizzy and spewing rainbows.

Even all the Inspirations in her mind scattered, but the headache from overthinking made her vomit even more.

Damn it, the food she scored for free before was almost wasted now.

"Aunt Miko, what are you trying to pull?"

The enraged Homebody Witch was also somewhat annoyed, looking at the culprit behind all this.

But at a turn of her head, she was stunned.

"Eh, what are you two dressed as?"

Seeing her aunt and teacher dressed in a familiar Grand Inquisitor's Robe, Dorothy was filled with questions.

Seriously? You two are also Judges?

The Homebody Witch was shocked.

Moreover, Spider Teacher aside, Aunt Miko, why does your outfit look so familiar to me?

Looking at Yae Miko's hooded robe, Dorothy blinked and then tentatively asked.

"Crafty Abnormality?"

At hearing this, Yae Miko's body jolted, and she covered her face with her hand, irritated.

This, this is a Merry Maker's complete failure.

She initially thought of disguising more and revealing her identity at the end, just to enjoy her old classmates' and dear niece's surprised expressions.

Yet, plans couldn't keep up with changes; just moments ago, racing against time, she hadn't had the chance to hide her identity properly; delaying by even a second meant she couldn't timely pull Dorothy, this troublemaker, away in front of those old geezers.

"Yes, yes, it's me."

No longer seeing major fun, feeling she had become the joke, Yae Miko confessed in despair.

She then stared with her beautiful eyes at her troubling niece.

"So what happened earlier? How did you cause such a commotion? Go ahead and confess, are you the Descended Saint that the Immortal ancestors have been waiting for?"

Dorothy: "?????"

What on earth? What did I do? Didn't I just casually ponder a few things and talk about basic knowledge? What disturbance? Also, a Saint? Wrong channel, we're witches, not Immortals, where's the Saint from?

The Homebody Witch was filled with questions, but when she turned and looked toward the distant Monster Mountain, seeing the vast purple Qi and Boundless Buddha Light that hadn't dissipated yet, she widened her eyes again.

"Damn, what's going on over there? Did some treasure emerge? Why such a big noise?"

Dorothy asked in surprise.

Then she saw everyone around her turning their gaze to her, yet no one spoke.

Thus, the Homebody Witch hesitantly came to a realization, then, with disbelief, pointed to herself.

"Uh, don't tell me I'm the one who caused that commotion?"

Oh god, that treasure couldn't possibly be herself, right? She promised her Good Sister she wouldn't cause trouble this time.

Only, the looks from everyone around made the Homebody Witch increasingly guilty.

"Well, if I say I don't know anything myself, do you believe me?"

Dorothy said quite innocently.

She was truly wronged.

But the frustrating part was even though she told the truth, no one believed her at all.

.... The Homebody Witch was in a state of rage and coldness ....