Otaku Witch

"Then naturally, everything is well, after all, evil that doesn't expose itself to sunlight isn't considered evil."

"Japan is like this, and the outside world is the same, isn't it?"

The Blond Witch questioned.

This time, Spider Teacher fell silent for a moment, having nothing to say.

"Hmph, Miko, you've always been so sharp-tongued over the years."

She turned her head away angrily, not wanting to look at this annoying classmate anymore.

But Yae Miko stepped forward directly, her tall figure blocked Spider Witch's shoulders, almost like a good buddy holding her closely.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about unhappy things. Today is supposed to be a good day, don't spoil it, let's go, let's drink and watch beauties together."

Saying this, she forcefully pulled her old classmate into the luxurious tall building in front of them.

Dorothy paused slightly, looking up and glancing around.

The Yoshiwara Flower District at night was many times livelier than it was during the day, full of laughing guests, and the brothels beside the roads were brightly lit.

Various seductive sounds drifted out from the buildings, and not far away on open grounds, some beautifully dressed courtesans were performing dances, attracting roadside guests to stop and watch, occasionally clapping and cheering.

A scene of such prosperity and joy.

Indeed, it seems as if from ancient times to now, it has always been like this here. If Aunt Miko hadn't mentioned this place had been destroyed once before, the Homebody Witch wouldn't have noticed any traces at all.

So, the former prosperity still remains today; will the shadows of the past truly fall silent, or will they inevitably rekindle someday?

She looked up at the wooden high tower ahead with the sign "Mirage Tower," the tallest and grandest brothel on the street, located at the deepest part of this enclosed Flower Street, and also at its very center.

As Dorothy's gaze passed through the brilliantly lit tower, extending farther out, she was surprised to find, in the distance, a far more grand and towering building hundreds of times larger than the Mirage Tower.

That was almost a castle, a Japanese fortress.

That was the center of Japan, known as the Heaven's Guard Pavilion.

It's just that Dorothy remembers the Lord of Japan should be the Divine Witch from the Amaterasu Shrine, but the structure of the Heaven's Guard Pavilion doesn't look like a shrine.

But if it's not the Divine Witch's residence, why is it at the island's center, built so majestically? Who lives there?

The Homebody Witch was slightly curious.

"Senior Sister, Aunt and the others are moving away quickly."

Seeing her Senior Sister spacing out again, Little Fox reached out to poke her arm, like a puppet, reminding her.

"Oh, oh, we better catch up, let the adults see the beauties first tonight, while we enjoy the Japanese food."

Dorothy snapped back to reality, shook her head, unwilling to think further, as she was merely a tourist valuing good food and drink, immediately pulling her Junior Sister's hand to catch up quickly.

In the night sky, the moon hung high, its gentle and pristine moonlight casting over the earth, also enlarging the shadows of the towering Heaven's Guard Pavilion, as the whole of Yoshiwara was bathed in its shadow.

But the brightly lit Flower Street obscured everything, the travelers dazzled by the fiery light, caring little for the concealed shadow of Heaven beneath the lights.

.......

Entering the Mirage Tower, an even more bustling scene unfolded before the Homebody Witch's eyes, the hall on the first floor resembling a bacchanalian feast.

Numerous scantily dressed beautiful sisters wandered through these wine pools, serving indulgent guests, surrounded by decadent music, and not far from the stage, the dancing skills of the female dancers were mesmerizing.

Even Dorothy, someone without worldly desires, felt her blood stir slightly at this moment...

Nevermind, just ignore it, boring.

Beside her, Little Fox had already shyly extended her fluffy big tail to cover her face, and the considerate Junior Sister even extended two tails to help shield her Senior Sister.

Secret technique, Fox's Eye Veil.

Strange, these good kids shouldn't be looking.

"Junior Sister, how can I walk with you doing this? The teachers are moving away again."

The Homebody Witch, speechless, removed the fox tail from in front of her eyes, noting that neither of them looked like elder characters, finding them heading towards the staircase rather than staying on this floor.

She hastily took her last glance at the indulgent feast before her, rapidly blinking a few times, then led Audrey, whose face was flushed red and was about to turn into Steam Girl, to catch up.

Arriving at the second floor of the Mirage Tower, it seemed refined for a while, even making the ignorant think it might be a literati gathering instead, devoid of any worldly atmosphere, with the beauties seated modestly like noble ladies.

However, Dorothy had keen eyesight, good enough to notice the hands and feet fooling around under the table.

"Tch, hypocrites! So daring, ah no, so shameless."

The Homebody Witch cursed inwardly but seeing the Teacher and Aunt still not stopping, she blinked at the beauties who danced gracefully like Fairies, then followed them forward again.

On reaching the third floor, a large banquet hall door greeted her first, guarded by two seemingly formidable sentinels at the entrance.

But seeing these top-level witches, one red and one blue, Dorothy recognized them as the oiran attendants supporting the oiran and holding an umbrella for her during the midday Oiran Parade.

As the four approached, the sentinel witches looked at them, but upon seeing Yae Miko, they quickly displayed respectful manners and forcefully opened the heavy doors on both sides, then bowed respectfully, welcoming the group's entry.

This made Dorothy realize her Aunt Miko wasn't of ordinary status on Japan.

However, as the four passed through the doors, Dorothy keenly sensed the sentinel witches' gaze lingered on her for a few more seconds, even carrying astonishment.

This made the Homebody Witch slightly proud, as she happily patted the coffin floating behind her.

Indeed, carrying this thing makes her the most dazzling presence in any crowd. Not to mention in occasions like this.

Hey, have you seen my newly made coffin? It looks good, doesn't it? It's very expensive.

The nouveau riche Dorothy thought proudly.

Of course, if possible, she wouldn't choose to carry a coffin around the red-light district, which seemed somewhat inappropriate, but who else was to blame for her roommate lying inside?

Sophia wasn't officially processed to enter the island, so casually wandering around might attract trouble. Though she was resurrected now, she still had to endure sleeping in the coffin for a while.

But Dorothy was thoughtful enough to expand the coffin's interior into a three-bedroom layout, still in a luxurious version, not uncomfortable living there.

Moreover, Dorothy believed in sharing good fortune and bearing hardships herself, a good sister indeed; thus, such a joyful affair like visiting the Flower Street couldn't be spoiled for her good sister. She even carved a hole in the coffin to let Sophia see the Flower Street with her.

So, even though carrying the coffin was inconvenient to tuck into her pocket, making her somewhat embarrassed, she continued to carry it persistently.

What defines the world's best sister? This does. To allow her sister to indulge in the sights, she overcame her social anxiety.

Ignoring the faint sound of sharpening knives emanating from the coffin behind her, the Homebody Witch was moved by her own sacrifice when a slightly surprised voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Um, Little Fairy, Audrey, why are you two here?"

...Rich lady in confusion...