Otaku Witch

After dinner....

Now it was Dorothy who lay sprawled on the couch, clutching her overstuffed belly, really not in the mood to move anymore.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Meow... Ao..."

"Roar...."

By her side, two little familiars were facing off with wide eyes, a cat and a dragon speaking in their respective tongues, conducting an unintelligible, utterly mismatched encrypted conversation.

"Hmm, not bad, the little guys seem to have a pretty good relationship,"

Watching the cat and dragon who, despite their language barrier, were still playfully wrestling with each other, Dorothy nodded in satisfaction.

Armored Beasts are a magical species, especially as deities of the Armored Beast World. The original source of Armored Beasts, embodying the concept of divinity of the Mother of All Beasts, is the reason why it could give birth to a variety of strange and different species of Armored Beasts.

However, the divinity of an original small world is clearly insufficient to evolve the concept of a true "Mother of All Beasts." Not to mention, any of the Three Great Calamity Races would not be so easily simulated by this Primordial God, who in the past could only evolve creatures that merely resembled Angels, Great Dragons, and Demons in appearance.

But ever since the pitiable Mother of Armored Beasts was taken to the witches' laboratory, genuine angel blood, dragon blood, and demon blood became plentiful, greatly compensating for the innate deficiency of this Primordial Deity. As a result, the second-generation Armored Beasts, in the form of Angels, Great Dragons, and Demons, were no longer paper tigers but the real deal.

This discovery also excited the Research Witches. Thus, they enthusiastically began to donate their own blood, preparing to let the Mother of All Beasts create some Witch-type Armored Beasts, and then....

And then there was no then.

The power of a witch doesn't lie in the body, but in their powerful magic power and their trait of unlimited evolution.

So, even though they fed it Witch's Blood, the offspring that the Mother of Armored Beasts gave birth to were disappointing human-type Armored Beasts. It seemed that in the concept of this Primordial God, there was still no essential difference between witches and ordinary humans.

However, Dorothy wasn't that interested in these research projects pursuing why witches were powerful. She only knew that as long as she raised her Fafnir well, she would be a qualified Pureblood Dragon enforcer in the future even without the need for armor augmentation.

Right, which means she now has threefold promising prospects.

A promising witch, a promising psychic magic wand, a promising dragon-type Armored Beast.

So, looking at the two little ones wrestling in front of her, Dorothy shed tears of poverty.

"Tsk, but that also requires sufficient resources to develop into a truly promising future, right? If the resources are lacking, that just leads straight to sterilization."

By this time, the duel between the two youngsters had also come to an end.

The young dragon Fafnir had been dumbfounded by the swift and invisible cat paws of the cat Buster and now lay pitifully on the couch, clutching her head with her front paws.

Meanwhile, the kitten, who was proud and undefeated with ten victories in the Familiar Dragon-Beast competition, was arrogantly standing on top of Little Sister Dragon's head, puffing out her chest and emitting an adorable meow.

"Meow... Ao..."

"Good, Buster is really amazing; worthy of being the older sister,"

Dorothy also timely delivered her praise to the little one.

The kitten, feeling even more spirited after hearing the first half of the praise, suddenly stiffened her little face upon the latter half. She lowered her head to look at the Little Sister Dragon she had pinned under her paw and then awkwardly moved her paw away.

"Meow meow..."

She gently called out to Fafnir, who was still in a fetal position, and even tried to reach out a paw to help her weak little sister up. But as soon as she extended her paw, it only made the young dragon tighten her defense more, and the little one curled up into a round armored ball.

"Meow?"

The kitten became even more embarrassed. She looked ruefully at her uncooperative little sister and then turned to her master in a bid for favor.

Buster leaped agilely onto Dorothy's body, then climbed using her small paws up the two mountains and finally perched on the summit to nuzzle Dorothy's face with her own as a form of affection.

"Meow meow meow...."

"Alright, alright, I forgive you,"

Dorothy, tickled by the soft, furry creature, helplessly took out a Soul Shard from her pocket, crushed it, and shaped it into several small dried fish.

She blew on these translucent dried fish and flung them into the air; the next moment, these inanimate dried fish suddenly came to life, swimming around the living room as though they were real ghost fish.

Buster, upon seeing her beloved dried fish, instantly forgot all about her master, bouncing from Dorothy's body to chase and hunt after these ghost fish.

I'm not sure if it's the feline instinct or the blessing that comes with the name of the Goddess, but the young kitten's hunting skills were already quite impressive. The ghost fish, more agile than real fish, couldn't escape the adorable pink-padded cat paws.

Every leap and swipe of the kitten announced the end of another ghost fish, which thrilled her even more. Her increasingly spirited and lithe movements caught the envious gaze of Fafnir, who, unknown to anyone, had started peeking out from a crack in the steel ball on the sofa, now even more introverted.