Otaku Witch-Chapter 456 : 390. The Transformation of Wendigo_2

The demons that resulted from such transformations were naturally the lowliest of demons, absolutely terrible in strength, and they provided no real boost to her, hardly worth the Magic Power expended during casting the spells.

But this time, with the boon given by Lord Demon King as the medium, everything changed. Her rank had been arbitrarily elevated who knows how many levels, and the final demon form was no longer that of a low-level lesser demon, like before, but a Dragon Demon tailored to her own Talent.

Well, perhaps this was exactly how Dorothy would look if she truly turned into a demon.

Indeed, the boost from a high-level demon wasn't something a low-level lesser demon could compare with. If the Power of Original Sin perceived by a lesser demon was pixelated, then what she saw now was at least 8k resolution.

Even the Home Martial Soul felt that this 8k resolution wasn't the limit, it was just that her current body was too weak to handle anything higher quality than that.

"But this consumption is really too much to handle," she sighed.

Feeling the Magic Power continuously draining inside her, the Fairy King sighed.

In the past, transforming into a lesser demon consumed little Magic Power, and she could maintain it for a long time, but now, taking on this Dragon Demon form, it felt like Dorothy could be drained dry in five minutes.

However, it wasn't a big problem since the Magic Power burned belonged to the spell slots, not her own, so it could be burned carefree.

Should it really be said that it's no surprise for the Judgment Court to have such complicated spell slots? She wondered who the supporter behind this was, truly wanting to discuss the understanding of Transformation Magic with her.

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Watching the guiding consciousness inside her that seemed to be stunned again, the Home Martial Soul thought it a pity.

How great would it be if the Judgment Court could add a chat system in the spell slots? Although, that idea didn't seem very realistic.

The Fairy King shook her head, no longer thinking about these unnecessary things. After all, she wasn't as studious as her original self. At this moment, rather than trying to communicate with the guiding consciousness, she was more interested in the taste of Original Sin.

On the other hand, Miss Wendigo was looking at the Clown Grand Inquisitor across from her, falling into contemplation.

She was pondering whether this person could be one of her low-cost sisters.

After all, the Demon King's Mother, being the Witch King, surely did not lack confidantes around her, and how could a king possibly not have a grand Crystal Palace?

Although among witches, having children is a great exhaustion, and a regular witch could at most bear one or two offspring. But for the Witch King, having children was a mere trifle; after all, it was the consorts who bore them, not the mother herself, so it was no big deal.

But now, Miss Wendigo could not help but suspect whether her Demon King's Mother had secretly birthed a child herself at some point. After all, the blessing from the Demon King on this Miss Clown seemed even richer than on her, a direct daughter of the Demon King, which was outrageous.

Her own mother was the queen of the Demon King, the strongest witch in the harem, and had borne her late in life precisely to become as strong as possible and give birth to a princess with the most outstanding Talent.

Indeed, it was successful as she, although the youngest daughter of the Demon King, was the most talented of all princesses, bearing the most care from the Demon King. But now, who can explain to me, what's with this Clown across from me?

Looking at the Clown, who seemed one step away from having "Designated Heir of the Demon King" written on her forehead, Miss Wendigo internally began to doubt if this person was indeed a child personally borne by the Demon King's Mother.

Only this scenario could explain the excessive favor of the Demon King on her.

But how could that be possible, who could make the prestigious Witch King willingly get pregnant...

emmmm....

The Demon Princess glanced at the Dragon Horns on the clown's head opposite her, the more she looked at those horns and that demeanor (the Indomitable Warrior Soul) the more it reminded her of the Dragon King, and thinking of that not-so-secret secret in the Witch World....

Yes, the rumor about the God King not understanding love, the Dragon King having feelings for the God King, and the Demon King liking the Dragon King, resulting in a bizarre triangular student-teacher relationship where none got what they desired.

Hiss... Had the Demon King's Mother finally achieved her wish?

Miss Wendigo couldn't help but gasp, feeling as if she had just uncovered a monumental secret.

Reason told her it was impossible, but reality seemed to point to that one possibility.

After all, look at that clown. So young and already a Silver Medal Grand Inquisitor. Does that sound normal to you?

Moreover, she had indeed heard a bit of news occasionally from her two mothers' casual conversations. In recent years, the Demon King's Mother had been busy teaching a certain child. It wasn't just the Demon King's Mother; the Dragon King and the God King had also visited. That mysterious child would be the Future Fourth King.

However, Wendigo wasn't sure exactly who that child was. Even though she was a princess, she was still unable to access such classified information.

So then...

Looking again at the clown opposite her, the Demon Princess nodded, feeling as if everything was confirmed.

In the mortal world, if the most talented prince encountered a bastard heir appointed by his father, who knows what kind of bloody palace drama might ensue. Fortunately, Wendigo wasn't so extreme. Although she felt a bit disappointed, she didn't harbor any jealousy or anything of that sort.

Firstly, because that wasn't her personality, and secondly, because the position of Witch King wasn't hereditary but rather a meritocratic system that considered capabilities, not birth. She had little hope of inheriting the throne from the Demon King's Mother anyway.

Yet even so, the Demon Princess felt conflicted.

How should she treat this clown—like a sister, or like the Future Fourth King, or maybe just pretend she hadn't noticed anything at all?

"Is that not okay? I see, I guess I was being presumptuous. Never mind then."

Meanwhile, Miss Wendigo had no idea just how complex. how Dihua, the feelings of Miss Wendigo at this moment were. She only saw the other party freeze and thought she was being rejected, so she very considerately prepared to give up.

Right, knowledge of the Witch World is the most valuable treasure. Being unrelated to her, why would she teach me to harness the Power of Original Sin just like that? Not everyone shares their heart and soul like Sophia did with her.

"No, no, I'm actually very willing. It's just that I was a bit shocked by Miss Clown's amazing Transforming Art."

However, Miss Wendigo suddenly came to her senses too. She decided to act as if she knew nothing, but her gaze toward Miss Clown became even more affectionate.

After all, this person might truly be her sister. As the youngest daughter of the Demon King, the age gap with her other sisters was thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. There was truly a generation gap. Suddenly having a sister of a similar age was actually a little surprising, even temptingly cozy.

And since they were sisters, there was no need to act distant. Miss Clown had been in the Dragon King Faction, presumably always by the Dragon King's side for these years. No wonder she didn't understand much about the Power of Original Sin. It was time for me to educate her.

Miss Wendigo thought to herself.

"Come with me; there are still a few prisoners left to interrogate. I was just taking a break. Since Miss Clown you're also interested, why don't we go together?"

She reached out and took Miss Clown's hand, speaking so affectionately.

Fairy King: "???"

Uh, what the heck, what's going on.

Looking at Miss Wendigo who suddenly seemed very close to her, Martial Soul was full of question marks.

Her Inspiration told her there might be some misunderstanding, but the Fairy King scratched her head and decided not to think too much about it.

If it were her true self here, she might have asked a few more questions, but this unsophisticated martial arts warrior wasn't so meticulous. As long as she could learn about Original Sin, that was enough.

Yay, delicious Original Sin, here I come.

...Martial Soul drooling...