Otaku Witch-Chapter 714 - 494

714: 494.

Prime Minister ascends to upper-level

714: 494.

Prime Minister ascends to upper-level

Denisha’s brief rest didn’t last long; even though Dorothy deliberately slowed down the hover car, it was only about an hour before the Magic Web Institute was already in sight.

At this time, Miss Shepherdess also opened her eyes.

“Awake?

How did you sleep?”

Dorothy asked curiously.

She was quite interested to know what it felt like to sleep on her lap and thought that when she had time, she might ask the Fairy King…

Forget it, the Fairy King is all Dragon Scale and muscle; it doesn’t look very comfortable.

It’s better to try it with the Moon Goddess Incarnation instead.

“It felt good, quite comfortable.”

Denisha was honest and nodded in satisfaction.

This wasn’t a lie.

Although it was brief, this was truly the most comfortable and peaceful sleep she’d had in hundreds of years.

However, the time for happiness is always short; it was now time to get to work.

“I’ll go first then, there are still quite a few things to handle, right?”

The Shepherdess girl sat up, stretched out, and was ready to perform a vanishing act on the spot.

However, Dorothy extended a hand to stop her, and then spread her hands out in front of her, making a gesture as if she was asking for something.

“???”

Denisha was puzzled and didn’t understand what mischief her sister was up to this time.

“Give me a position.

I’m free anyway, and seeing how tired you are, I can help share some of the load.

I’d like a position that makes it convenient to manage those newcomers.”

Dorothy bluntly stated her demand.

Although she was the founder of Pandora City and had a natural claim to legitimacy, that was all history.

Now, Denisha was the Leader of the Magic Republic, and the Homebody Witch, this “ancient zombie” who had disappeared for over five hundred years, certainly could not jump out to seize power.

So, to facilitate her activities, she needed to get a new authorization from Miss Shepherdess.

“Then you’ll be the Prime Minister.

Although the award ceremony needs some time to prepare, you can get on board first and then buy the ticket after.”

Denisha replied directly without hesitation, as if she had already considered this issue beforehand.

“Eh, the Magic Republic isn’t a constitutional monarchy, where does a Prime Minister come from?

You mean Chancellor.”

The Homebody Witch hesitated and then remarked critically before shaking her head.

“Forget it; being Chancellor is too high up.

Dropping into such an upper-level position doesn’t seem appropriate.”

She was just looking for an official identity that was good enough so that she would have some capital when negotiating with those association heads later, but there really was no need for such a high-profile role, as it was too conspicuous and did not suit her typically low-key style.

Though it seemed she couldn’t keep a low profile this time.

“This is our country.

If we say it exists, then it exists, and my Prime Minister can only be you, Dorothy.”

However, Miss Shepherdess, who always doted on her sister, was very insistent about this.

When she founded the country, she specifically created the position of Prime Minister, equal in status to her as the Leader, both of them leaders of the Magic Republic, just like the Republic’s emblem — the winged Holy Hammer.

The wings represented her, while the Holy Hammer represented Dorothy.

This was the position she had reserved for Dorothy, which had been vacant for many years, and now the chair was finally waiting for its first and only master.

Dorothy: “….”

The reluctant Homebody Witch still tried to resist, but when their gazes met, she saw determination in her Good Sister’s eyes and clearly saw there was no room for negotiation.

“Fine, Prime Minister it is, then.”

Dorothy reluctantly nodded, accepting the position.

She really wanted to keep a low profile, but neither her strength nor her sister would allow it.

“That’s more like it.”

Seeing her sister concede, Denisha smiled again in satisfaction.

She extended her hand, and a Holy Hammer insignia appeared in her palm, the same as the one she was wearing on her chest.

This was the symbol of the Prime Minister’s identity, and there were only two in total.

“Don’t move, let me put this on you first.”

Miss Shepherdess said.

A formal award ceremony needed some time to prepare, but that didn’t hinder her from injecting a bit of ceremony into the moment anyway.

The Homebody Witch rolled her White Eye and had no choice but to stand straight and puff out her chest, while with a trembling hand, her Childhood Sweetheart did as she pleased.

Yeah, this insignia is so round…

Huh, I mean, so big, no, it’s very noticeable, just blatantly eye-catching.

Who would have thought that the insignia’s backing plate would be so prominent?

“Not bad, really suits you.”

After Denisha personally placed the insignia, she nodded in satisfaction.

Then she glanced at her sister, who remained unmoved like a salted fish, and her playful side spontaneously surfaced.

Only leaving the belatedly aware Dorothy trembling subconsciously below, her eyes widening before she guarded her chest and her face flushed red.

Her physique is super sensitive, alright?

Heck, was she just teased?

Denisha, where’s your Divine King’s dignity?

You’re such an adult, yet still playing such immature pranks?

The Homebody Witch shivered with indignation.

She wanted to retaliate, but thinking better of it, she didn’t have the guts and had to swallow her anger, silently noting this grievance in her heart.

If I ever become King, all these traitors…

Cough cough, wrong track, never mind that this isn’t over.

A gentleman’s revenge, ten thousand years is not too late.

One day, she’d bounce her back until she cried and begged for mercy, hmph.

Then, she turned her gaze to the dumbfounded Evil Breed Little Lolita next to her, who also had a touch of envy in her eyes.