Late at night, Dorothy ca to the Judgnt Court as her Martial Soul Incarnation.
The visit of the Angel Fleet and the sudden change of the Witch's Night rules to a competition had made her sowhat anxious, and she thought it would be a good idea to ask Mother Superior if there was any inside information.
"Dorothy, I think you're taking yourself too seriously. Such matters are naturally tracked by us, and there's no need for a child like you to worry so much. You just need to prepare well and then happily enjoy the festival," she said.
"Besides, I always feel like you're underestimating Sophia. She's not so fragile child who needs your nanny-style care. She's been smart since she was young, just a bit lacking in confidence. You just need to spend more ti with her, give her so encouragent and courage. You don't need to fret about other things. She will handle everything on her own," she added.
"If you're really bored and truly concerned about those Angels, then take this task. Witch Academy is under your jurisdiction, after all. You'll be responsible for leading the security work for the Witch's Night festival and the Angel Clan's exchange team. Keeping a watchful eye on that group of Angels should be enough," she instructed.
"That will be all; don't cause trouble here if it's not necessary. I'm quite busy lately," she concluded.
In the office of the Great Judge, Euphilia passed a docunt to Dorothy and then shooed her worry-wart daughter away.
Facing the imminent unsealing of the Lord of Glory, the Judgnt Court was under a lot of pressure lately. As the Great Judge, Euphilia would need to work overti for the coming days—there was a pile of work that required her attention, and she really didn't have the ti to deal with her restless daughter. She haphazardly assigned a task to keep her occupied.
"Ah, well, okay then."
Feeling sowhat rejected by her own mother, Dorothy took the task docunt and stood at the office door, reluctantly nodding her head in agreent.
The hobody witch thought carefully and realized that Mother Superior indeed made so sense.
The world wouldn't end without her; so things indeed weren't for her to worry about. She couldn't even get involved in those matters—reality wasn't like a movie or novel, where everything needed the protagonist to act, and only the protagonist could act.
So this ti, she really could just fill a minor role.
"Yeah, yeah, Dorothy, oh Dorothy, you've really gotten carried away lately, haven't you? Who gave you the nerve to ddle in these matters? The past you would have seen this kind of situation and just played dead," she reflected on herself.
It was indeed risky—she actually almost believed she was the main character. Such arrogant thoughts were unacceptable.
Keep it steady, grow quietly, don't make waves, and don't forget the life goal of being an ordinary witch. Rember our life motto: when the sky falls, there will naturally be tall people holding it up.
After a skillful self-persuasion, Dorothy regained her composure.
She looked down at the task docunt in her hand and started walking towards her office area while reading it.
As one of the only 108 Grand Inquisitors of the Judgnt Court, a leader of rank two in the hierarchy, she naturally had the right to a territory of her own within the headquarters.
In fact, not only did she have one, but it was also quite large; she was directly allocated a small world in the Barbaric Wilderness phase awaiting developnt.
But it wasn't because Dorothy had connections or that Mother Superior had opened backdoors for her—this was just the normal perk of being a Grand Inquisitor.
After all, the three Great Judges above her were indeed very important people who rarely made moves. It was ultimately the Grand Inquisitors who were running around on missions every day. And as part of the leadership, each Grand Inquisitor also had their own Judge teams, which in turn had their Servant Armies and so on.
Without a sufficiently large territory as a base of operations, it just wouldn't work.
For Dorothy, a newbie Grand Inquisitor, this small world was a basic benefit, while the bases of veteran Grand Inquisitors had already upgraded to dium or even large worlds.
Thinking of this, the hobody witch felt a little lancholic.
After all, on the surface, she was still struggling to earn money to buy a Witch Territory, but secretly, her Clown persona had just snagged a small world through workplace benefits. Is this what it's like to be part of the system? Damn, it's sweet.
Perhaps she shouldn't aim to be a real estate magnate but consider a career as a civil servant?
However, this idea was promptly extinguished as soon as it surfaced in her mind.
Being quite self-aware, the hobody witch knew that being a civil servant might be coveted in her old holand but wasn't really prestigious in the Witch World.
These days, being a civil servant witch with no connections ant a life of nial work, despite the job's stability and decent benefits. There was really limited room for advancent, nowhere near as substantial as being an Ard Witch on the front lines.
Her Clown persona was thriving because she had a mother above and because the Judgnt Court was a powerful and bullish institution—only then could it afford such treatnt.
If she had truly graduated from Witch Academy and earnestly pursued a civil service examination, hoping to advance and increase her salary purely through her own efforts...
Well, after about a thousand years or so, she should be able to land a position roughly equivalent to that of a Grand Inquisitor.
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