Otaku Witch-Chapter 1457 - 795: Little Tricks in the Courtroom
"Huh?"
Dorothy stood on this gigantic stage full of question marks, the pleasant sound ringing in her ears made her quiver with anger and shiver in cold sweat.
What the heck is all this? ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐ค๐ถ
Court of Lust? Isnโt this a theater? How does it look like a courtroom to you? Is your courtroom held in a theater?
Courtrooms are supposed to be serious, right? Is it really okay to turn serious matters into entertainment?
No, thatโs definitely not okay.
Also, can you explain clearly what "Punishment of Lust" is? How are lust and punishment even related? I havenโt seen much, so donโt try to fool me.
.....
Homebody Witch felt a torrent of complaints in her heart that she was desperate to unleash, but given the circumstances, she had no choice but to hold it in.
She could only frown and look around, scrutinizing the layout of this so-called Court of Lust.
Hmm, this is clearly a lavishly decorated opera house, not as opulent as the Witch Opera House in Venus City which was almost on a divine level, but itโs certainly the pinnacle of ordinary non-magical architecture, worthy of being a cultural heritage in her previous life.
Except now, the lighting around the audience seats is dim, and Dorothy canโt see anything.
This dimness normally isnโt an issue for her, but right now, itโs like the fog from beforeโdespite having magically enhanced her vision, she still canโt see clearly.
Even though she doesnโt see a single figure, Homebody Witchโs inspiration hints to her that the audience seats, too numerous to count, are teeming with people.
Sight has weight.
The gaze of countless people especially so.
Even though Lord Demon King, the stageโs creator, has shielded the weight of those gazes with his tricks, Dorothy as a Highly Inspired Witch can still faintly sense that prying feeling.
This made her quite uneasy, as she didnโt know whether this damned feeling of being watched was newly present or had existed all along.
Right now, sheโs center stage, her inspirationโs perception of sight remarkably keen, whereas in earlier rounds, she wasnโt as aware.
Wait... Artie, just you wait.
Homebody Witch gritted her teeth inwardly.
Sheโs not very bold in confronting Lord Demon Kingโs authority, but next time if Artieโs incarnation crosses her path, sheโd make sure to perform a piece called "Why Are Flowers So Red".
Apart from the audience seats, Dorothy looked up to find that on the second level of the stage, there were six extended platform seats, each occupied by a person.
Seeing everyoneโs familiar faces, Homebody Witch breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the sisters are okay.
But....
"Um, why is everyone back to normal?"
Homebody Witch felt a bit surprised.
Senior Mia and the others were no longer statues, wolves, or sheep; they had reverted to their original forms, and were sitting on their seats looking puzzled, all quite worriedly staring at Dorothy on the stage.
Moreover, those who hadnโt been found earlier like Ruthfiel, Madeline, and Wendy were even more bewildered.
The three of them had been in the midst of overcoming their respective challenges and were almost succeeding, when suddenly they were pulled into this place, leaving them caught off guard.
Nonetheless, they turned their heads to look at the sisters beside them, then at the familiar Homebody Witch in the center of the stage below, and relaxed.
"Alright, seems Iโve returned to normal too, gee, nowโs not really the time for that."
Only then did Dorothy become aware that she was no longer bearing the Demon Kingโs body, having returned to her own form, with the powerful force of the Dragon Witch and Witch flowing within her, making her feel full of Strength.
But itโd be better if it remained unchanged. Why do I have to bear my own face when becoming socially dead? Otherwise, I could say it was the Demon King who was socially dead, not me.
Wait...
Homebody Witch cursed inwardly at the notorious and hardly kingly prank prince.
"Dorothy, are you okay? Did Demon King Teacher do anything to you?"
A familiar touch came from above her head, a tendril drooping down, its end sprouting a worm-like mouth full of sharp teeth, but an elegant female voice emanated from within, mysterious and graceful.
"Senior Fanny, youโre finally back online."
Dorothy rolled her eyes, annoyed. This was supposed to be her strongest cheat but every time she desperately needed it, itโd disconnectโtotally unreliable.
Hat Senior Sister: "......"
The Outer Goddess Witch expressed frustration.
She wanted to shield this Master, but why does this fellow always get entangled in odd affairs?
"So, what have you done this time, that Demon King Teacher is messing with you personally?"
She couldnโt help but curiously ask.
If it was God King Teacher or Dragon King Teacher coming for Dorothy, she wouldnโt be surprised, given their past entanglements, but Demon King Teacherโs visit was quite odd.
"Tell me, Dorothy, could you possibly have some unknown link with Demon King Teacher?"
Hat Senior Sister widened the starry eyes of her hat brim, asking suspiciously.
Dorothy: "...."
She genuinely stopped to think, but aside from that negligible encounter during Witchโs Night, she really had nothing to do with Lord Demon King.
