The battlefield, which had been tense with drawn swords, suddenly became harmonious.
Hmm, perhaps a bit too harmonious.
The Twelve Divine Generals, each a first-class beauty, after all, with the witch's ever-evolving abilities, a powerful witch's appearance naturally wouldn't fall short.
But now, whether mature lady, young girl, or Loli, these Shikigami witches were all awkwardly performing an Oiran Walk dance.
Their movements were precise, their dance graceful and beautiful. To the uninformed observer, they might seem like professional dancers, but on closer inspection, one would find their faces full of shame, anger, and unwillingness.
Clearly, it was a battlefield, and as warriors, they were supposed to fight to the death with the enemy, so what was going on now?
The Twelve Divine Generals had fought all their lives but had never imagined they would ever be forced to dance on the battlefield for the enemy, especially such a bizarre dance.
