Otaku Witch

"Tsk, it really doesn't pay to underestimate your opponent,"

Having just popped the champagne at half-time, the sister Alice was swept away by her own spell, causing Dorothy to slightly tilt her head as she turned her gaze towards the Succubus Witch.

There, amidst the dust settling from the bombardment of the Fireball Technique, and the pockmarked ground where not even ashes should have remained, stood a figure of broken and withered bones, still arrogantly upright.

The skeleton then moved, and streams of Holy Light began to seep out from the bones. This sacred-looking radiance shone onto the scant remaining flesh, which even emitted the aroma of roasted meat, and then the flesh that was well-done and charred began to regain its vitality and started to regenerate.

Muscles, blood vessels, fascia, fat... and finally, skin...

The previously deceased Succubus Witch now miraculously restored herself to normalcy at a visible speed. Even though her complete armor had been battle-damaged, leaving only the Longsword Staff in her right hand barely usable, the stark-naked Succubus Holy Knight made her grand entrance once again.

"Ah, this... hell, such affinity for Holy Light. Madeline, oh Madeline, being a Succubus really belittles your talent."

Dorothy twitched at the corner of her eyes in reflection, having witnessed the entire process of resurrection.

The Power of Holy Light, a pure positive energy obtained from refining the miscellaneous Power of Faith, is an embodiment of spiritual power, with the mighty ability to work miracles, on par with the Origin Magic Power of witches.

However, it is worth mentioning that although the angels created and control this force of righteousness, it is not the angels who bring the Power of Holy Light to its ultimate potential, but rather those devout Holy Knight believers who have been wooed by the angels.

Only the truly just and self-disciplined individuals can resonate perfectly with the Power of Holy Light, and angels are certainly not just.

Even if the religions established by the angels preach all sorts of truths, goodness, and beauty every day, winning over countless ignorant mortals who treat them as saviors, all of this is merely a means for the angels to better plunder another world, nothing to do with true justice.

On the contrary, those Holy Knights, beguiled by churches established by the angels, who wholeheartedly embrace knightly virtues and play with Holy Light skillfully, pity that their Holy Light is still borrowed from the angels. They may have received the recognition of Holy Light but they lack the ability to produce it themselves, thus they are powerless to defy the angels.

Witches, however, are different. The Angel Witches, although fallen, still control one of the only two forces that wield the Power of Faith in the Western Universe. Many Holy Knights who were screwed over by the angels and lived to see their homes consumed ultimately defected to the Angel Witches.

Even these Holy Knights filled with hatred have come to grasp the Force of Shadow, the dark faith power that is the antithesis of the Power of Holy Light.

The Source of Holy Light formed by the Angel Witches is open to all witches, and those witches interested in the path of the Holy Knight could give it a try.

But who could have imagined that Madeline, a Succubus Witch who should be restrained by the power of Holy Light just like demons, possesses such a terrifying affinity for Holy Light? God damn, coming back to life from the dead, if those Holy Knights saw this, they would probably immediately bestow upon her a title like Child of Holy Light.

But thinking about it, the Armed Society President is a person of extreme self-discipline, even managing to conquer her inherently lascivious Succubus nature, and as the Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman who greatly advocates for order, she is a Guardian of law. Doesn't Holy Light just love this kind of tough character?

Although strictly speaking, the race of witches should be classified as Lawful Evil, after all, no matter how they disguise themselves, their nature as a warlike and invading species is unchangeable.

Theoretically, Madeline, who aspires to be an Armed Witch, should not fit the Holy Light's criteria for justice, but now, having witnessed this miracle of being bathed in Holy Light and resurrected from mere bones, Dorothy, although unable to understand, must accept the reality.

Could it be because the Succubus Witch hasn't graduated yet, hasn't gone to the battlefield, so she's not considered evil?

Or does it mean that deep down, Madeline truly is a righteous person who believes in equality for all beings?

Dorothy grew curious.

Unfortunately, there was no time for her to delve into these questions, as the resurrected Succubus Witch across from her had already set her sights on her.

Before the skin on her face had fully regenerated, Madeline conjured up a demon mask similar to the one she wore before and placed it over her face. Then her newly regenerated purple hair wrapped around her entire body, weaving into a sleek bodysuit that covered her form, now revealed by the dispersing smoke.

Finally, the fully recovered Succubus Witch raised her sword, and beneath that mask, her purple eyes gleamed with realization as she looked at the Grand Inquisitor across from her.

"So it's you."

Clearly, after being bombarded and with the anomaly from Alice before, Madeline had also recognized the identity of her opponent, and thus, her eyes blazed with increased combativeness.

"Hmm."

Dorothy did not continue to deny it; she openly nodded in affirmation.

"But you, you're really the same as always. It's ridiculous how resilient you are."

Home Martial Soul recalled their first duel. Back then, her opponent's nearly indestructible succubus physique withstood that bombardment, certainly thanks to her shameless ability to convert pain into recovery strength.

And now, with Holy Light adding a powerful new regenerative ability, this one's 'HP' thickened even more—it's just absurdly tanky.

However, miracles have their limits. Right now, Madeline across probably looks tougher than she truly is, likely having only enough strength for one more strike.

Though it's not like Dorothy herself was faring much better, after maintaining Time Stop for four seconds, her spiritual power was also running low.

"How about we decide the outcome with one move?"

Home Martial Soul proposed this.

Her condition was actually better than Madeline's across from her. By playing dirty and dragging it out, she could certainly outlast the opponent. But that would be no fun since they were all old acquaintances who couldn't avoid each other—truly no need to disgust others to that extent.

"It's exactly what I want."

Madeline didn't reject the suggestion, nodding her head. Then, she gripped her somewhat damaged longsword staff, with a fighting spirit surging in her eyes.

During her special training at the Armed Society, she often sparred with the Fairy King, but each time she had to restrain her own power, which was far from satisfying for her.

But not now; this battle could just barely count as her going all out.

Therefore, countless points of light began to emerge from the void, as if a multitude of faithful believers were offering their sincere prayers. The endless light converged upon the Paladin's sword, streams into rivers, rivers into seas, creating a flood of light that dispels all shadows in this world.

"With this sword, I swear, justice will prevail."

The sword-bearing Paladin whispered her oath.

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Then, the next moment, the flood of light burst forth, like the fall of the Milky Way, and that boundless Holy Light destroyed all that stood in the way of victory.

At that moment, Dorothy standing before the flood of light seemed so insignificant.

But Home Martial Soul was not in the least bit anxious. She even leisurely admired the oncoming flood of light with a look of admiration, once again lamenting that Madeline was definitely born the wrong race.

If she were an Angel Witch, what need would there be for a God King Holy Child? She would surely be the central figure in the revival of Angel Witches.

Unfortunately, there are no 'ifs' in reality.

"Then, let me test my blade after so long."

Just as the flood of light approached her, Dorothy's hand touched the hilt of the sword at her waist.@@novelbin@@

"Secret Sword, Swallow Returns."

With a clear ring, the sound of the blade echoed throughout the arena. The sound wasn't too loud, but not even the mighty flood of light could drown it out.

...Home Martial Soul drawing her blade...