Otaku Witch

Chapter 321 289. Compete for supremacy

"I smelled the scent of faith,"

the Fairy King had just settled into her usual spot when Miss Fallen Angel leaned in close, sniffed gently a few times, and then spoke.

The incarnation, sharing memories with her original form, knew that the one who had come today was not the lady herself but her incarnation.

Unfortunately, the original form knew not much about the lady's incarnation, only that it was the transformation of the lady's Martial Soul; apart from that, she knew nothing.

However, from the moment this Martial Soul Incarnation entered the room, Ruthfiel had been observing her, and the way she had flirted with Nina earlier carried a familiar scent.

It seemed they were incarnations of the same type.

"Uh, faith has a scent?"

The Home Martial Soul was somewhat skeptical upon hearing this, stretching out her hand to smell in front of her nose, yet she could only detect her own familiar body fragrance.

Unlike the original form's scent that resembled a mixture of myriad flowers, as the incarnation inheriting the original's unyielding martial spirit, the Fairy King's body fragrance was similar to that of a Spirit Flower known as Storm Flower.

True to the flower's name, it represented a species with powerful life force, undaunted by storms, continuously striving; its floral language signified the bravery and strength to face setbacks and difficulties head-on.

"How come I didn't smell anything,"

the Fairy King looked towards the Fallen Angel across her.

Ruthfiel: "...."

The Fallen Angel was at a loss for words.

"What I mean is that you might unexpectedly have a Talent on the path of faith. The way you teased Nina just now was pretty good; you nearly snatched her away from me."

She gathered her emotions and said so.

"Uh, what do you mean? Can we speak in plain language, please?"

The Fairy King frowned, slightly confused.

Her playfulness with the Centaur Lady didn't seem to be much, she merely enjoyed the verbal banter, not intending for anything magical to happen; it was just a jest between good sisters, right?

"Aren't you using Nina's fondness for you, fluttering her emotions, then exploiting her sister's vulnerability, bestowing favors to win her heart in one fell swoop and harvest her faith?"

Ruthfiel, however, picked up her wine glass, gently swirled it, and then gradually analyzed the other's motives. Discover hidden stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Keep pretending; you might deceive others, but you can't fool an incarnation like me. We're both not so virtuous, so let's just make things clear.

At this, the Fairy King's eyes widened, and then she punched her palm.

"Ah, so there's such a tactic? I've learned something new."

She looked as if a new world's door had been flung open before her.

This sharpened the gaze of the Fallen Angel opposite her; she scrutinized the lady's incarnation before her, their eyes locked in a silent collision.

After a while, Ruthfiel averted her gaze first and then furrowed her brow.

"Are you an idiot? Did you not think at all before giving away such precious Magic Potion?"

From the clear, childlike innocence in her eyes earlier, Miss Fallen Angel realized she had gotten it all wrong. This wasn't some cunning Incarnation like herself; this girl was a complete simpleton.

Nina had been with her for many years, and she was well aware of her sister's condition, but she chose to turn a blind eye because the Life Magic Potion that could cure congenital diseases was considered a high-end Magic Potion in the Witch World and was very precious.

Of course, if Ruthfiel wanted to, she could definitely get her hands on it, but she could buy it, there was no need, since in her opinion, it was a losing deal. Even if she sold Nina, she couldn't afford those expensive Life Magic Potions; it just didn't fit with her principle of using things to their fullest.

And now this naive young lady had carelessly given away the precious Magic Potion to Nina, who she had only met once. Was she not foolish?

"What's with that look? You're the fool here, not me!"

Feeling somewhat offended by the way the other looked at her as if she were an idiot, the Fairy King retorted unhappily.

"Then why give such precious Magic Potion to someone you've only met once? What are you after? If it's not for Nina's heart and loyalty, could it really just be that you're lusting after her body?"

Ruthfiel also put down her glass of wine, looking toward the other side with some displeasure.

"You're really no fun. Just because you're a bad witch, don't assume everyone is as dirty-minded as you. Although I do indeed fancy Sister Nina's body, I'm above doing things like bestowing favors to receive something in return."

The Home Martial Soul also crossed her arms, not indulging the bad Angel across from her. She was different from her timid original form; she always spoke her mind directly and bluntly.

"As for those potions, they might indeed be precious to you, but to me, they're just practice projects. There's never been a chance to use them, and they were about to expire. If using them can get me a smile from my friend, I think that's worth more than any transaction."

"If you must know my motive, then that happy smile just now from Sister Nina is all I wanted."

After chatting with Miss Centaur yesterday and learning about her prematurely born, frail sister, Dorothy remembered the Life Magic Potions she had concocted during her Potion Studies years ago. She had then thought to bring those dusty Magic Potions from the bottom of her chest to Nina to try next time she came.

Although she had not known Miss Centaur for long, the connection between people is mysterious in such a fascinating way: some become fast friends despite a brief acquaintance, while others could share a bed and still live different dreams, remaining just acquainted strangers to each other.

Dorothy really took a liking to Miss Nina. She valued Miss Centaur as a friend, so wasn't it normal to help each other out? There shouldn't always be some ulterior motives.

Those Magic Potions were but a trifling effort for her; they were no use to her if kept. If they could help a friend, that was all the better.

You see, a few bottles of Magic Potion nearing expiration saved Nina's sister and won Miss Centaur's smile, and she herself gained moral pleasure and spiritual fulfillment from the act of helping a friend.

Wasn't this a win-win-win situation? So why not do it.

As a martial arts warrior, the Fairy King didn't weave intricate schemes. Her thoughts, like her words, were straightforward. Were it her original form, she might not have directly given away the Magic Potion. After all, her original form wasn't as forthright, and she might have set up some minor challenge before finding a proper reason to hand over the Magic Potion to Nina.

The dithering original form was nothing but trouble, always worried about being seen as too generous. But the Fairy King was fearless; she'd give away as she pleased and whatever made her happy.

"There are plenty of people in the world with hard lives, they also smile. Why don't you, oh benevolent lady, go and help them, too? You're nothing but a sham of counterfeit kindness."

With a cold expression, the Fallen Angel mercilessly mocked her opponent.

But the Fairy King actually found this amusing.

Here it came, as expected, the moral hijacking. The original form avoided these troublemakers for the very reason that doing a good deed required circumventing several obstacles, but the Fairy King loved nothing more than to argue with these self-righteous types to the bitter end.

"Ah, that's right, you're absolutely correct. I am a hypocrite; I relish this sense of moral satisfaction. So what, I like it. Those people with hard lives? I don't know them; what do their lives or deaths have to do with me? Am I supposed to be some kind of savior?"

And finally, with a twisted smile, the Home Martial Soul concluded.

"You know, a hypocrite like me has plenty of friends, unlike a certain Angel here, who seems to be forever alone. Can't be, right? Surely no one would utterly lack true friends?"

...The Fairy King was steeped in mockery...