Otaku Witch

That's right, everyone is a woman, so it seems there's nothing to be concerned about. But if you say that, why bother with Flower Street? This street loses its meaning! And witches visiting brothels, is it witches playing with oiran, or oiran playing with witches? Or does everyone just switch places?

This is a conundrum.

Thinking about it, Dorothy just felt the circle is really messy.

When a race has only one gender, they really play quite extravagantly. The limits are truly low.

....

"Cousin, someone at the next table is looking at you."

At this moment, at the shrine maidens' seats, Wenwen sneakily tugged at the Divine Witch's sleeve beside her, transmitting this message.

As a professional journalist who listens in all directions and observes all around, her senses are indeed very sensitive.

"And those few aren't locals of Japan; they're from Witch Academy. I remember those people, one is Professor Noelle Rose from Brust Academy's Civil Engineering Academy, and the other two are students, I think they're called Dorothy and Audrey."

"These few don't have much reputation in school, only that Audrey junior is indeed pretty and is the sister of the Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman, so she has a bit of fame, but hasn't been very active, so not many in school know them; didn't expect to meet them here."

The journalist expressed some surprise.

Hmm, as a professional, she remembers most of the academy's intelligence.

Wenwen came to Japan with this cheap cousin for the latter's family visit. Her eloped mothers could no longer return, but as their child, she was innocent and also carried half Japanese blood, hence she was allowed to enter the island.

And the journalist was indeed very interested in everything mysterious about Japan, so when she heard the cousin was commanded to visit Flower Street, she shamelessly tagged along. Didn't expect to meet academy members instead of the Oiran.

"Wenwen, you'd better behave. They're Lord Yae's guests; we ought not to offend them lightly."

Miss Ghost Mask, no, Amaterasu Mikoto Setsuna glanced at her restless cousin, admonishing with some resignation.

"Huh? Come on, cousin, is there anyone on this island whom you can't offend? Aren't you a Future Divine Witch?"

Wenwen paused, questioning with some puzzlement.

According to Witch World's rules, a Witch Lord should have absolute authority in their territory, so how come there are people on Japan that the Lord cannot offend?

"Don't ask things you shouldn't ask."

Miss Witch knocked again on the overly curious cousin's head and then subconsciously glanced at the Heaven's Guard Pavilion.

Though witches are indeed all female and not so particular, as clergy she ideally shouldn't appear at the Oiran Banquet, but there's no choice. This seemingly simple banquet is involved in too much; the whole of Japan might be turned upside down.

Her teacher, the real Divine Witch, needs to sit at the shrine, unable to leave, hence only the Lesser Diviner like her can handle these matters.

"Sigh, hopefully, everything goes smoothly. If it gets too big, The Third King's gaze and the Judgment Court intervention would be difficult to manage."

Amaterasu Mikoto Setsuna sighed inwardly, praying as such.

Japan has been closed off for too long, so long that most on the island have no clue what the outside Witch World has become, and now, no one on the island understands the Judgment Court's dread more than her. She only hopes her ambitious compatriots aren't foolish enough to cause trouble.

.....

After waiting a little longer, until all seats below were filled, Miss Oiran finally made a late appearance. Dorothy casually glanced over, confirming that this was the Oiran Ibuki she met during the day.

The other remained as beautiful and alluring, with a nation-toppling and enchanting face painted white, hence couldn't show much expression, paired with raven-black hair akin to satin draped over her back, and heavy, luxurious oiran attire propped up like a delicate Japanese doll.

And once Miss Oiran was seated, just like the rules dictated, she neither ate nor drank, nor did she chit-chat with guests, simply sitting there motionlessly, not at all like the banquet's host, but rather like an exquisite ornament.

However, the homebody witch had only one thought.

"Awesome, finally everyone's here; let's eat, let's eat."

Luckily, this time she wasn't disappointed, as soon enough a large group of beautifully dressed sisters came in carrying exquisite food boxes and bowls into the parlor.

The food service did indeed begin.

In Dorothy's anticipation, a maiden came to her side, then leaned over to meticulously place the exquisite dishes before her one by one.

But when the dishes were served, the maiden didn't get up and leave, instead remained kneeling beside her, seemingly wanting to serve her dining.

Dorothy paused, a little unused to this, but looked around to find everyone was like this, each guest now had a beauty attending to them, while her house-shy little junior was already too scared to even wag her tail.