Otaku Witch

Chapter 267: 240. Dorothy’s Magic Philosophy

Today, after all, was an afternoon filled with hard labor, Dorothy felt that she and her sisters all needed a good nourishment, so they should feast well tonight.

It was just a pity that the last of the True Dragon Meat had been finished and they couldn’t find a second piece for the time being, but it wasn’t a big problem. Her mother, who always complained she didn’t eat enough and looked a bit malnourished and too short (Dorothy was 175 cm), had replenished her stock with a batch of high-level ingredients, containing many goodies.

Take, for instance, a high-level Abyssal Demon Gazelle, which in life was a Little Lord of Hell, its strength no less than that of a True Dragon. Unfortunately, it had the bad luck of encountering Mother Dragon while causing trouble outside and ended up as a fresh ingredient.

Mmm, roasted lamb chops, roasted lamb chops, the Homebody Witch loves juicy and tender lamb chops the most.

Just imagine, soaking in the hot springs and then coming out to enjoy the cool night breeze while eating delicious barbecue, downing a few glasses of ice-cold beer. Now that’s living the good life.

Dorothy heaved a piece of gigantic lamb chop about three to four meters long from her bag; it was the most tender part from that massive demon gazelle, just perfect for entertaining guests.

Besides this piece destined to be the main dish, the Homebody Witch brought out a giant wild boar with fur like fire, another Abyssal Demon, a subordinate of the Gazelle Lord. Both creatures had been taken down by Mother Dragon in one fell swoop.

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Mmm, stew the boar’s head, boil the bones for soup, skewer the belly meat, make meatballs from the shoulder....

In order to give salvation to the unfortunate piggy who died resentfully because of its unlucky boss, Dorothy decided to bring out her lifelong culinary arts to properly lay it to rest.

Mmm, lay it to rest in the temple of a witch’s organs.

Just the thought of the delicious feast later, ah no, that soon the lamb and pig would find peace, Homebody Witch’s mouth couldn’t help but drool with tears of relief.

Dorothy quickly started to busily prepare, and Sophia naturally followed behind, lending her a hand as an assistant.

Although the two of them weren’t particularly close, barely speaking to each other, there was always some unspoken understanding when they worked together. As the Homebody Witch reached out, the Angel Witch would precisely hand her the most fitting knife.

And as Dorothy finished preparing the ingredients, the Angel Witch would touch them and unleash the Power of Angels; completely opposing the strength of demons, which once again activated the dormant magic power within the ingredients, elevating their quality once more.

This caused Dorothy to pause in surprise, never having thought one could do that. While she had her own methods to enliven the magic within the ingredients, none were as efficient and quick as Sophia’s technique.

She silently gave the Angel Witch a thumbs up, but Sophia couldn’t be bothered with her, which made Dorothy think of Ruthfiel from earlier in the afternoon. If it were Sister Fallen Angel, she would probably accept the praise without hesitation, then pretend to be very pleased with herself.

Mmm, compared to that naughty incarnation, the Angel Witch as the original is somewhat more of a literal, honest person, completely straightforward and boring.

However, Dorothy didn’t dislike this kind of boring; rather, she found the counterfeit, seemingly more likable bad women like Sister Fallen Angel more difficult to get along with.

Maybe this is just the natural repulsion between trashy women and bad women.

Hmph, next time she went to learn from Sister Fallen Angel, Dorothy would bring the Fairy King along and let that naughty woman witness the verbal onslaught and iron fists of her martial soul, Strongman.

As Homebody Witch thought this, she swiftly tossed various ingredients into different pots and pans. Then she lifted her hand, and a few streams of magical spiritual light illuminated them, with ethereal clock patterns flashing over these utensils momentarily.

This caused the Angel Witch standing at the side to twitch the corner of her eye slightly.

Tsk, no matter how many times I see it, I still can’t get used to it. Using Time Magic, such a profound thing, just to speed up cooking is really putting a great talent to a little use.

However, for Dorothy herself, this had already become the norm. After all, in her view, if Magic can’t make life more convenient, it’s completely meaningless.

Besides, even the best Magic needs to be practiced regularly, right? Using a bit of time acceleration to marinate ingredients or shorten stewing time while cooking every day not only makes things convenient and saves effort but also improves Magic proficiency. Multiple benefits in one action, why not do it?

There are always those who treat Magic like a treasure, using it as little as possible, acting as if the saved Magic Power and Magic could somehow reproduce on their own, which is just ridiculous.

Anyway, Dorothy’s philosophy has always been to integrate Magic into daily life, making every action magical. It’s just that she’s still some distance away from that level.

And indeed, some Magic is quite dangerous and hard to control.

When Dorothy recalled the time she tried to attach a Spatial Blade to a kitchen knife and ended up chopping the countertop along with it, she couldn’t help feeling a little guilty. But actually, this was also quite good, since it not only trained her Spatial Magic but also her Restoration Curse. Wasn’t it a blessing in disguise?

Yep, she didn’t care; it was a blessing in disguise.

At least now her Restoration Curse became much more proficient, and her Spatial Blade no longer damaged the cutting board when chopping vegetables. The reason being none other than frequent practice.

Half an hour later...

An enticing aroma was spreading across this sky island, which was open to the air due to a damaged Magic Array Barrier, making it hard for the two witches and the January Rabbit in the nearby hot spring pool to keep soaking. The three briskly wrapped themselves in robes and left the hot spring pool.

"You’re out, huh? Dinner is just ready, let’s eat."

Dorothy pulled out an outdoor picnic table while looking up at the three beauties who had just emerged from their bath.

It was clear they came out in a hurry, their hair still somewhat damp—a perfect picture of beauties fresh from a bath, steam still faintly rising from their flushed, tender skin.

Senior Mia’s golden curls were gathered in front of her chest, exuding a big sister’s dignified and mature charm.

Audrey, with similarly blonde hair, had it simply tied in a high ponytail. Despite the large bathrobe that could barely conceal her graceful figure, she looked innocently beautiful.

Sidwell simply let her hair down. She gave her head a slight shake, causing her snow-white hair to become fluffy and soft like a lion’s mane, falling behind her like a white cape, complementing her warrior’s robust figure with a lively and wild air.

"Yay..."

Hearing that there was food, Mia and Audrey quickened their pace, while Sidwell, although she hadn’t tried Dorothy’s cooking before, was a warrior who never lagged when it came to eating.

However, when the three saw Sophia next to Dorothy, the originally relaxed atmosphere instantly became formal and serious.

It couldn’t be helped; the name carries weight, and students meeting the Student Council President is like employees meeting the company boss—inevitably a bit awkward.

...During the peculiar dinner...