Otaku Witch

"Anyway, there's no need to show them any courtesy, we witches don't bother with the phony formalities of mortal nations. If anyone disagrees, just beat them up, and that's that. The status of the Witch World isn't something that fell from the sky; it was fought for. Whoever doesn't accept that today, you just beat them up."

"Also, don't worry too much about that old Angel. Right now, a bunch of old fogeys from the Council of Sages are watching this situation. If He dares to lay a hand on you, naturally someone will come to deal with Him. So you can go ahead and have fun with confidence. As long as you don't kill anyone, anything goes."

Feeling her own Master's reluctance to cause trouble and peacemaker attitude, senior Fanny reluctantly shared some insider information with her.

This information was indeed confidential and theoretically not something Dorothy at her level should know. But, who could blame the homebody witch when she had previously faced the Lord of Glory himself? So, no harm in telling her these details.

Dorothy: "...."

The homebody witch fell silent for a moment, surprised by the underlying issues behind this delegation's visit. She then felt a headache coming on, as she always felt like she was getting dragged into the standoffs between the big shots, becoming a pawn in their games.

"Dammit, I knew there was a reason the reward for this mission was so generous. I thought it was just Mother Superior spoiling me again, but it turns out it was a trap."

Dorothy looked up at the sky with a sense of resignation.

The rewards for this escort mission were excessively generous. As long as she completed the mission, the points she would get as the team leader could be exchanged for either a Forbidden Curse Slot or a set of High-Grade Alchemical Equipment. Although the other team members' rewards weren't as exaggerated as hers, the compensation was still several times more than the usual missions.

When the homebody witch first saw these generous rewards, her eyes nearly turned into points. She thought to herself that Mother Superior was truly being overly generous by opening the back door to her; the amount being given was just too much.

But now it looks like...

I've been sold out by Mother Superior.

I'm so dumb, honestly. With my mom's serious and honest nature, she's not the kind to abuse her power. What on earth made me think she was the type of mother who dotes on her children?

"My goodness, this is stirring trouble in front of the Sages, it's really stressing me out. Lucky for them, they got me. I'm used to dealing with big shots. If it were any other witch, she probably would have been scared witless by now..."

"Enough with the chatter, Dorothy. Are you capable or not? If not, it's fine to switch you out."

Masked Senior Sister was somewhat disheartened as she listened to her Master babble on and on.

"Of course I'm capable. There's nothing I'm better at than slapping faces. No one understands face-slapping better than me. What I mean is, this mission is really tough. I need to be paid more."

Dorothy stopped pretending and demanded assertively.

senior Fanny: "..."

"Fine, the rule is that the mission reward is already at the maximum. It can't be increased. But since you are my most beloved Master, Dorothy, if you can get this group of Little Angels to behave, then I personally can add a little extra to your reward."

"Okay, no problem, Senior Sister. Let's settle on that."

Seeing her Senior Sister relent, the homebody witch, afraid that she might change her mind, quickly agreed.

Afterward, she went straight into work mode.

"All of you shut up. The Divine King is not someone you Exotics have the right to address. Do you even qualify?"

With the permission from her original form, the Fairy King, who was controlling the body at the moment, no longer held back. She scornfully looked down at the group of Angels who dared not act but only expressed strong condemnation, speaking with utter disdain.

"Talking about academic exchange, with you weakling Angels, what's there to exchange? It seems those above are truly too kind to you Exotics, treating Witch Academy like a kindergarten, sending all sorts of riff-raff here. Taking care of children, especially someone else's useless brats, is exhausting."

The Fairy King, ever so dominant in her speech, went all out, leaving those young Angels, who had managed to contain their fury, feeling almost out of control.

"How dare this despicable witch be so arrogant and disrespectful."

"And calling us weak, when it's clearly you witches who are the weak ones."

...

The young Angels' originally fair and handsome faces were now tinged with a shade of green, angered beyond comprehension at the audacity of the Witch Inquisitor before them.

Although the Witches were indeed the reigning leaders among the four Golden Races, their hold on this position was somewhat illusory. They had risen too quickly, soaring from a Mortal race to the foremost Calamity in barely a hundred thousand years—a true nouveau riche trajectory.

Moreover, the rise of the Witches wasn't really due to their race's strength; it was entirely a product of the Three Witch Kings forcefully elevating them. While everyone acknowledged the unimaginable might of those three extraordinarily powerful Witch Kings of the Western Universe, they still held reservations about the Witches themselves.

After all, the Three Witch Kings had advanced too swiftly, their followers unable to keep pace.

As an emerging Calamity, the overall average strength of the Witches was very imbalanced, with just a handful of Genius Witches truly reaching the standards expected of a Golden Race. The weaker among the Witches were actually inferior to even the esteemed Silver or mighty Bronze Races.

In short, the disparity between the strong and weak was substantial, with the average individual power of the Witches falling far short when compared to the other three established Golden Races.

Therefore, in reality, it was quite the opposite of what Dorothy had claimed. It was the Angels who viewed the Witch Academy as nothing more than a kindergarten.

After all, by the standards of a Golden Race, over eighty percent of the students at the Witch Academy would not make the cut and be considered underachievers.

Indeed, like the real Dorothy, who, at sixteen years old, possessed only 40,000 Mana—a level that would result in her being cast aside as defective by an old Golden Race, not to mention two months prior when she had a mere 10,000 Mana, making her less than worthless.

The entry threshold for the Witch Academy was a mere 10,000 Mana, which from the perspective of an old Golden Race, was akin to a nursery. After all, a typical individual of a Golden Race should be capable of stepping into what other Races refer to as the Legendary Realm upon reaching adulthood.

Take the Great Dragons, for instance. An adult Great Dragon is a veritable moving Calamity to other Races, and a Brave capable of dragon slaying is indeed a living legend.

As for the Witches...

What other Races consider legendary translates, within the Witch World, to an Elite Witch, that is, a Witch with a mana value of around 200,000 Mana.

Yet the vast majority of Witches in the Witch World fall far below this benchmark. Let alone a half-witch like Dorothy with her lackluster magical Talent, a normal pureblood witch reaches only 100,000 Mana in adulthood—halfway to the basic Gold-level standard.

This serves to illustrate the staggering gap between the Witches and the old-line Calamities; those little geniuses in the eyes of the Witches are, in the grand scheme of things, merely ordinary beings amongst the true Golden Races.

So, it wasn't just that the Angel Delegation was boiling with rage. Even the three Angel Witches who had been silently watching the drama unfold felt somewhat embarrassed.

They had to admit, the Clown Grand Inquisitor's speech was indeed a bit too grandiose.

While Maria and the others were wary of the Angel Delegation, any young Angel from the hundred-strong unit was viewed as a Monster by the Witches.

They could tell that these Angels were all quite young, averaging about 16 years of age, but even the weakest among them radiated with 300,000 Mana.

An adult identical to a Great Witch—this was what one would expect of a true genius within a normal Golden Race.

At this moment, the three Angel Witches looked awkwardly at the overconfident Clown Grand Inquisitor, worried that his boast might blow up in his face. If the opposition really demanded a demonstration, they wondered how he would save face.

And often, the very things one worries about are the ones most likely to occur.

"Since the Lord has spoken so boldly, why not let us weak Angels witness the might of the so-called powerful Witches you speak of? It would be enlightening for us to see," suggested a calm voice from within the ranks of the Angel Delegation.

So she spoke.

The three Angel Witches: "...."

Oh no, the Clown Lord has indeed become a clown now, his bluster backfired spectacularly.

...Anxiety among the three Angel Witches...