Judgnt Court Headquarters, training grounds.
The training ground, which is usually quite deserted, is exceptionally lively today, with a group of witches gathering early on, all dressed in uniform black Battle Robes, each with a completely different mask on their face.
Today is the beginning of the training for new recruits, sothing everyone on-site has been looking forward to for a long ti, as only by passing this special training can they truly join the Judgnt Court and beco a mber of the elite force under the Council of Sages.
Although the Judgnt Court, an organization notorious for targeting their own kind, has a bad reputation that makes everyone’s color change when ntioned, nearly no witch would refuse an opportunity to join, considering the remarkable treatnt and benefits a witch civil servant receives, not to ntion that the Judgnt Court is notorious for its lavishness even within the civil service system.
The saying "the end of the universe is all about the civil exams" applies to witches as well.
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Now, the witches present are either heirs carefully nurtured by Forr Judges or strong candidates specially recruited for their Talent in dueling. In short, none here is ordinary; any of them would be a fad prodigy outside, one in ten thousand, the elite.
And now, these talented elites from various places in the Witch World have convened here, waiting for the final test before taking the post.
Well, this is called training, but what do these geniuses need training for? They had already self-studied all the professional knowledge they should understand. So this so-called new recruit training is more accurately an entrance examination. If the test results are too poor, there’s a chance they might even be advised to leave—which nobody would want after already seeing the benefits offered by the Judgnt Court.
However, after waiting for half a day, the young witches did not see their instructor arrive. Two Bronze dal assistants showed up early, but the chief instructor in charge of this special training is nowhere to be seen.
And just as they were becoming impatient from the long wait, a slight noise sounded from beside them.
Snap...
It seed to be the sound of a book closing. The sound wasn’t loud, but since none present were ordinary, they naturally noticed and imdiately looked in the direction of the sound—only to be astonished to see a witch quietly sitting in a folding lounge chair in the middle of the training grounds, holding a "Training Manual" in her hand.
This witch wore a Battle Robe similar to theirs but slightly more refined and ornate. On her face, she wore a smiling Clown mask. The silver Identity Badge at her waist revealed her identity as one of the 108 Grand Inquisitors of the entire Judgnt Court.
It went without saying that this person was their chief instructor for today.
What shocked the young witches was that none had noticed anyone in that spot before the sound of the book closing, yet from the way she had a lounge chair ready, it seed she had been sitting there for quite so ti.
Is this what one would expect from a big shot? This sort of stealthy approach, going unnoticed right in front of them, was indeed frightening.
In fact, not only the young witches, but even the two Great Witch Level Bronze dal Judges were slightly surprised at that mont.
However, they quickly ca to terms with it. Anyone who could beco a Grand Inquisitor was a strong character. This Clown-masked Grand Inquisitor seed to be a newcor, but the fact that she was promoted to a Silver dal as soon as she joined the Judgnt Court showed that her true identity and strength must be extraordinary, likely another well-known big shot working undercover.
As for suspecting that the big shot might be nothing but a na or soone who got in through the back door, they never entertained such thoughts. After all, this was the Judgnt Court, an agency dedicated to combating corruption within the witch community. If even the Judgnt Court were corrupt, wouldn’t the entire Witch World be dood?
In any other organization, there might be bribery and cheating, but in the Judgnt Court, such things are absolutely impossible. Here, everything depends on ability and rits; there are no rigid rules as in other departnts.
Moreover, Lord Clown’s dramatic entrance had certainly served as a wake-up call for them; had this not been a test but a battlefield, they might have already died without understanding why.
Imdiately, everyone tensed up, standing tall and straight, waiting for the chief instructor to speak.
anwhile, on the other side, Dorothy, who had just finished gnawing through the training manual, also sighed in relief.
Yes, she had completely understood what this so-called special training was all about.
In short, stripping away all the flashy content, there were just two lines that ran through the entire manual.
Strength, strength and more strength; loyalty, loyalty and more loyalty.
What the Judgnt Court needed were Judges capable of fighting and who would absolutely obey orders from their superiors—all other factors were less important than these two points.
Therefore, it didn’t matter what thods the Bishop used, as long as he could test these two aspects sohow.
Dorothy’s eyes whirled around a couple of tis as she ca up with a plan.
Then, she began to speak in a deep voice.
"You all disappoint . Everyone present here is a one-in-a-million Talent. I had thought you would give a surprise, but not a single person noticed my clumsy invisibility. That’s really quite poor. Everyone loses ten points."
Well, might as well start with a show of authority. And it wasn’t like she was nitpicking; although she had used the Akari Technique to erase her presence mostly to buy so ti to read the manual, it was indeed a test.
She had deliberately not perfected the Akari Technique, leaving a slight weakness, and yet only a few had noticed her.
Of course, it wasn’t that nobody noticed at all. Among the crowd, Alice, Madeline, and Miss Ghost Mask did glance vaguely in her direction with a hint of suspicion. Other than those three, there were also four or five others who seed contemplative.
It seed that there were still quite a few promising recruits in this new batch, but unfortunately, no one stepped forward in the end.
So, she didn’t bother giving those promising seeds any special treatnt. Let’s start everyone off with negative points. This way, the upcoming ga—no, the exam—will feel more urgent.
As for her words, the atmosphere among the crowd suddenly grew tense. Starting with a deficit would be upsetting for anyone, and so were already suspecting the presiding Judge of making things difficult for them. However, there was no one foolish enough to openly complain or make a fuss.
This response both comforted and slightly disappointed Dorothy.
After all, she was quite looking forward to a classic scene of showing off and putting soone in their place at a ti like this, but it seed that no one brainless enough to do so could make it into the Judgnt Court.
"Well, let’s not waste any more words. This assessnt consists of two stages, both with point scores. A final total of 60 points is considered passing. Those who don’t achieve 60 can try again next year."
"Without further ado, let’s begin the first stage. I wish you all an enjoyable ti."
With ti pressing and the task weighty, Dorothy planned to finish this assignnt in one night, so she decisively snapped her fingers. Subsequently, the environnt of the training ground underwent a massive change.
...Setting up the field....
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