Otaku Witch

"No more, no more, I give up. Paladin sister, you're amazing—I'm totally convinced."

In the arena below, Alice swiftly pulled out a white flag from her person and hung it on her spear-shaped new Magic Wand, then she crouched down, covering her head.

As soon as she finished, a fist landed right in front of her face, missing it by just a millimeter.

"Little Bun, in a real battle, the enemy won't accept your surrender,"

Madeline withdrew her fist, looking somewhat helplessly at the little witch in front of her, she reminded.

She joined the Judgment Court purely by accident, as her original plan was to join Euphilia's Legion of Destruction right after graduation.

During these days of special training in the club, she had successfully passed the test of the Dragon Queen, and the coach had promised that she could report directly to the legion after graduating from the academy.

However, just a few days ago, her aunt Noelle Rose suddenly came to her in secrecy, saying she wanted to take her to a good place. The Succubus Witch went along without much thought and then got tricked into joining this Judgment Court.

This left Madeline speechless—her aunt was incredible, why couldn't she just be straightforward? Madeline wouldn't have refused, so why the deception?

But this was also the first time she knew that her aunt was actually a member of the Judgment Court.

In their family of artists, Madeline was not the first one to break away from tradition—her aunt was.

Her aunt's family's Puppet heritage originated from Puppet Show performances, but by the time it reached her generation, she had no interest in Puppet Shows and was instead very passionate about War Puppets, heading straight to the front lines to become an Armed Witch after graduation.

No one in the family criticized her for this. In Madeline's memory, this aunt had always been portrayed as a negative example by the elders, warning the younger generation not to follow in her footsteps.

Although Madeline never really paid attention to such talks, in one ear and out the other, she ended up even more determinedly following the armed path than her aunt.

However, Madeline wasn't actually very close to her aunt, it was her younger sister Audrey who was closer, given that Audrey had essentially taken up the Puppet Show heritage that her aunt had abandoned.

Thus, the Succubus Girl was really puzzled about why her aunt thought to give her own recommendation spot to her.

Although her aunt was quite old and still single without any children to pass on her legacy, didn't she recently take the young lady and Audrey as apprentices?

While her sister Audrey, with her severe social phobia, really wasn't suited for work in the Judgment Court, didn't they still have the highly capable young lady?

Even though she didn't understand what her aunt was thinking, Madeline didn't refuse such an opportunity that landed right at her doorstep.

After all, joining the Judgment Court wouldn't affect her plans to later join the Battle Group, and besides, aside from the young lady, she really didn't have any other suitable rivals in school. So, going to the Judgment Court to gain some experience was not a bad idea.

What Madeline didn't expect was that she would run into a familiar face soon after she joined the Judgment Court—the youngest member of the Armed Society, Alice.

Although both had disguised themselves somewhat, such efforts might fool strangers but were useless against old acquaintances, and they quickly recognized each other.

But that was actually for the best, as having a familiar face in a strange environment meant they could look out for each other. So from then on, the two began to frequently hang out together.

"Little Bun, the training for the newcomers starts tomorrow, and with this performance, you won't make it into the top three and won't get a reward."

The Succubus Witch looked at her junior, speaking with a tone mixed with frustration.

"I'm not listening, Paladin sister, you really are acting like a true Paladin right now."

The little witch, huddling and covering her head, felt helpless.

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Ever since her sister ran off to become an Ashen Witch, Alice's life had lost its dreams. What was the point of becoming an Armed Witch if her sister wasn't by her side? An armed life without her sister was utterly meaningless.@@novelbin@@

So, she gave up. If Mother Superior hadn't insisted on giving her this opportunity, she'd already be considering joining her sister in the work of manual labor.

Damn it, her sister had established a society but didn't include her. She would remember this betrayal.

Madeline also felt helpless in the face of Alice's despondent spirit.

To conceal their identities, members of the Judgment Court needed to adopt a new combat style. Although having Spell Slots relieved the hassle of learning new magic, adapting to a completely new style of fighting was obviously going to take time.

Her strictness with Alice was only because she hoped the young girl would quickly adapt to this change, allowing her to perform better in the intensive training later on. However, this young peer seemed utterly unmotivated.

"Would you two like me to join your practice?"

Just as the standoff continued, an unfamiliar voice chimed in from nearby, instantly putting Alice and Madeline on high alert.

Alice, who had been crouching defensively, suddenly dodged back, while Madeline turned and shielded Alice with her body. Only then did they look in the direction from where the voice had come, as though facing a great enemy.

After all, neither of them had noticed someone approaching.

However, once they clearly saw who it was, they both breathed a sigh of relief and immediately saluted.

"Greetings, Grand Inquisitor."

Having been in the Judgment Court for a while, and although they hadn't participated in rigorous training yet, they both possessed some basic knowledge. They could tell from the impressive, high-level Battle Robe that the person was a Silver Medal Grand Inquisitor.

This was one of the mere 108 top figures in the entire Judgment Court. As freshly joined Iron Medal members, they naturally did not dare to be negligent.

However, the Grand Inquisitor's taste in aesthetics was quite unique—why choose a clown mask of all things?

The two curiously observed the mask on this important figure's face, internally ridiculing it.

"Sorry for scaring you," the distinguished figure apologized, seemingly very approachable. "I just happened to pass by and saw you training. I couldn't resist the urge to join in. How about it, want to play together?"

Once again, the important figure extended the invitation.

"Sorry, Grand Inquisitor, my companion's condition..."

If it had been just her, Madeline, a combat fanatic, wouldn't mind sparring with the influential figure. But with Little Alice present, she didn't want to stir up trouble.

Before she could finish her sentence, however, the little witch she was protecting peeped out from behind her. She sniffed, and then the glistening red eyes under the Gargoyle mask stared at the officer in front of them.

"Yes, yes, we'd love to."

The previously dispirited little witch suddenly spoke with zest.

...Little witch resurrecting...