Otaku Witch

"Miss, let us give it our all in the next battle. If you win, then I am yours. But if I win, then you are mine. Even if I were taken back to heaven by Mother Superior, I would still climb my way up in heaven and come to Witch World as the King of Angels to take you away," he declared.

At that moment, the carriage had just returned to the back door of the villa where the female believer possessed by Sophia was staying. She stood up from the carriage, jumped down briskly, leaving a dumbstruck Dorothy on board.

Goodness, what just happened? How did she suddenly become so overbearing? Weren't we not getting along?

The girl who jumped off the carriage looked back at Dorothy's puzzled expression and laughed even more joyously.

"Then, it's settled. We'll meet on the battlefield in two days."

Sophia left her with those words, not giving Dorothy a chance to refuse. She then severed the faith connection, and the influenced believer returned to her normal state.

The believer, no longer powered by Sophia's strength, also lost the ability to see the magic-erased presence of the flower-decorated carriage and stood bewildered at the back door, her expression confused.

Dorothy on the carriage was even more speechless.

Damn, who agreed to this? I certainly didn't, and what's with all this 'yours' and 'mine'? Are you some kind of human trafficker? Born free, rather than unfree.... never mind, I'm not ready to die yet.

Angrily, the homebody witch also withdrew the demon possession, her consciousness returning to her original body, and with her departure, the maintaining magical strength dissipated.

The flower-decorated carriage was instantly reverted to its original form, and the man on the carriage awkwardly fell to the ground.

Thus, the confused woman watched as the man appeared out of nowhere and fell to the ground. When their eyes met, they oddly found each other slightly familiar.

....

City of Sin, Mechanical Church.

"This is infuriating..."

Dorothy, who had been lying face down on her desk, opened her eyes and couldn't help but angrily throw the innocent feather pen on her desk.

Hmph, that little Sophia dares to be so rampant, a mere defeated subordinate at that. How could I tolerate this?

Just as the homebody witch was plotting her revenge against Sophia after winning and planning how to make this arrogant Student Council President realize her mistake, perhaps by making her wear a maid outfit or a uniform, a sudden voice interrupted her.

"Dorothy, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Denisha had somehow appeared in the office, and Miss Shepherdess was staring at her suddenly raging childhood sweetheart, completely befuddled.

Dorothy: "...."

Oh, this....

The homebody witch who had momentarily turned into the master in her dreams suddenly stiffened, then covered her face, wishing she could sneak away to the train station overnight.

Good gracious, I've embarrassed myself in front of the Witch King.

"Denisha, what are you doing here? Didn't you have class?"

She finally asked, bracing herself.

"Class ended earlier. I actually wanted to discuss some upcoming matters with you, but since you were asleep, I didn't disturb you,"

Miss Shepherdess said, covering her mouth to suppress a giggle.

Realizing that she was draped in a woolen blanket, Dorothy knew without asking that Denisha must have covered her with it.

"Right, right, let's get down to business then. Meeting time, and I absolutely love working. Say on, what's the matter?"

The homebody witch blurted out, having decided to act as if nothing had just happened.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say,"

Denisha struggled to contain her laughter, considerately sparing her good sister's pride, without making her feel embarrassed.

"It's nothing major, but the Pandora project is nearly ready. I just wanted to ask if you're sure you want to proceed because once we start, there's no turning back,"

Miss Shepherdess asked seriously.

Dorothy, hearing this, put her embarrassment aside and her expression became solemn.

But she didn't hurry her answer. Instead, she stood up and went over to the window, gazing out at the scenery.

It has to be said that the power of magic used for cheating sped up development at a ridiculously swift rate. It was only five months, but the City of Sin outside the window seemed to have undergone decades of transformation, crazily accelerating.

Originally, this was just a medieval ancient city. Although it seemed prosperous at first glance, it was not considered advanced. But now...

Well, now the City of Sin was completely different from before, the whole style had changed.

From a medieval historical drama, the scene had suddenly switched to a steampunk style.

Massive steam pipes were being laid in the city streets and alleys. Various metals, previously so expensive they could only be used for crafting weapons and equipment, were now becoming widespread. Novel mechanical devices made of Black Iron or brass common on the streets, and rail tracks that cities were laying for railcars were everywhere, even the occasional clunky early steam locomotor could be seen.

Of course, it was still only five months, a too short time for everyone to change their lifestyle, so horse-drawn carriages were still predominantly seen on the streets.