At the teleportation port in District Thirteen of Witch Academy.
"Hey, what do you think this year's Witch's Night will reenact?"
"No idea, and I don't care, I'm only concerned about what kind of performance the young lady will put on by then."
"Literally, weren't you obsessed with the president before? How co you've switched sides to the young lady now?"
"Don't even ntion that white-haired Angel to , hmph, I've gone from fan to foe. She has stolen the vengeance that was due to my young lady."
"Give it a rest, you're changing wives every three months, aren't you tired?"
....
Within the vast port portal, witches often co and go non-stop, most of them young, flying in groups of three or two on their brooms, chatting and laughing with each other.
However, suddenly, a witch glanced unintentionally at the dock space below and shuddered so violently she nearly fell straight off her broom.
"What's the matter? Be careful, will you? I've told you to control yourself. Look at how weak your body is; you can't even fly steadily..."
Her companion caught the falling witch, but as she leaned over, she too saw the black figure below and gasped, loosening her grip and accidentally dropping her just-rescued best friend again.
"Damn, a Judge."
The little witch also let out a shriek, though her broom speedily rose, dodging far away.
Her scream had all the surrounding witches shuddering as well, everyone looking down, and then in unison, they panicked and scattered like birds and beasts.
What had been a bustling and crowded dock during the rush hour now lay eerily empty, and nobody dared to approach the dock's plaza.
"Ah, you heartless thing..."
Having thought she was saved only to be betrayed at once by her best friend, the falling little witch scread even louder, panicked at the prospect that she might just land right in front of the Black Robed Judge below.
The thought alone drained the color from the little witch's face. She tried to cast the Flight Spell to stop her fall, but due to the overwhelming shock, she failed, leaving the little witch desperately flailing midair, like a person struggling in weak waters.
Just when the little witch had given up hope and closed her eyes to await a peaceful impact, a gentle force from below caught her, and then a valiant and pleasant voice rang beside her ear.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I won't die from this. Just so superficial skin wounds. I'm really thankful to you; you're my savior!"
Realizing she'd been rescued, the little witch replied out of habit, and then she opened her eyes, only to see a grinning Clown mask staring back at her.
"Ssss..."
Even though it was her first ti being caught in a princess carry in her life, at that mont the little witch couldn't feel any joy. Realizing who had saved her, she almost fainted.
But her strong will to live made her break free from the Black Robed Judge's embrace in an instant and then executed a landing like a Fierce Tiger hitting the ground.
"Lord Judicator, I confess, I am guilty. I shouldn't have indulged seven tis last night with the president and the young lady's book; take away."
Scared out of her wits, the little witch pulled out an illustrated book and placed it on the ground, confessing to seek leniency and ceasing all resistance just to get a lighter punishnt.
Clown: "...."
"Young one, you should show restraint. You can't handle that kind of material; better let take care of it."
Dorothy, looking sowhat speechless at this little witch so scared out of her wits, gained a newfound appreciation for the terror the Judgnt Court instilled in people.
But are young witches really this naughty nowadays?
Glancing at the cover of the book on the ground, and seeing the cover art of a glamorous Angel hugging a pigtailed country girl, the Hobody Witch's mouth twitched.
"Alright, since you've shown good attitude, I won't capture you. I'm confiscating this dirty thing, and you're free to go."
She reached out her hand, and the wicked book that could easily lead astray young children was confiscated, and then she addressed the little witch on the ground.
"Thank you, my lord."
The little witch on the ground showed a smile that was sadder than heartbreak and then hurriedly left.
Wuwu, I only queued up overnight the day before yesterday to buy this limited edition signed by Teacher Shy Bunny.
Having flown a little too far, the little witch dared to turn around reluctantly, longing for a final rembrance of her probably never-to-return to, but as she turned her head, she was so frightened she almost fell again.
In less than half a minute, that empty dock was suddenly filled with people, easily a thousand or so at first glance, all dressed in uniform pitch-black Battle Robes, faces covered with various masks, clearly all Judges.
And all the newly arrived Judges were now silent, uniformly gazing at the witch standing at the front of the formation, awaiting direct sight.
That was none other than the Clown Inquisitor who had just saved her but also took away sothing more important to her than life itself.
"What are you looking at, are you not afraid of dying? Hurry up and run, with so many Judges arriving, sothing big must be happening at the academy."
And at this ti, finally overcoming their fear, her companion who returned to rescue her sister pulled her away as they bolted.
"Hehe, I just think the Judges look so cool; suddenly I don't think the miss is that alluring anymore."
The little witch did look back reluctantly for a mont at the figure of the Clown who seed like a big shot.
Well, although it's not quite right for you to still be holding my precious book, your ability to calmly accept the scrutiny of the Judges and be unafraid of social death is really quite dashing.
Could Judges really be this handso? I want to be a Judge too in the future.
The little witch made up her mind secretly; she wanted to turn over a new leaf.
Well, today is the first day of cessation of indulgence in sensual pleasures.
....
On the other hand, Dorothy had intended to secure the book first and wait to appreciate it, ahem, critically evaluate it later, but before she could do so, one after another black figure erged before her.
Ah, are you all so punctual? Just perfectly on ti.
The hobody witch paused in the act of putting away the book as she checked the ti.
Well, it's exactly eight o'clock, not a second more, not a second less.
But really, you couldn't have co at a worse ti.
Feeling the gaze of thousands upon the salacious book in her hand, the Clown Grand Inquisitor cracked.
On her first day in office, she lost all her authority and suffered a social death, what should she do, she was waiting online, and it was pretty urgent.
At that mont, Dorothy was grateful that she was wearing a mask, otherwise her face red as a monkey's butt would have been exposed.
Oh, right, everyone's wearing a mask. So why be timid? If I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassnt is on others.
Thus, Dorothy didn't bother retracting the book any longer; she simply rolled it up into a small stick and, treating it like a Folding Fan, forcefully tapped it against the palm of her hand, and then gave the command.
"Is everyone present? I appreciate your punctuality. Then let's go, speed is of the essence, we depart imdiately."
"Yes..."
In fact, many Judges still wanted to ask the boss where she got that limited edition signed copy, but since the command had been given, everyone hastily responded.
Consequently, a dense crowd of people neatly summoned their Brooms and dashed towards the Angel Witch's headquarters.
Along the way, wherever the black tide passed, chaos ensued, and wildlife scattered.
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