Otaku Witch Chapter 947: 583. The Witch's Justice2

Chapter 947: 583. The Witch’s Justice_2

“No wonder you’re a candidate for this year’s best Judge of the Judgnt Court, Clown Inquisitor, you truly deserve this honor. Pleased to et you, I am the Great Judge Justice, the Justice of the Witch’s Justice.”

This Sage, who looked more like a Female Knight, introduced herself this way.

Dorothy: “…”

Uh, Witch’s Justice?

The Hobody Witch recalled that the Witch Clan was either at war or on their way to war against the Calamity Races, and she really couldn’t see how witches were related to the word ‘justice.’ Were it not for the fact that she herself was a witch, she would have thought the Witch Clan was the standard villainous role.

However, she understood the underlying ssage of this Angel Witch Sage. This was indeed the Chief Justice of Righteousness, but one who practiced the justice of witches.

In simple terms, this was a believer in witch supremacy, adhering to the principle that everything should prioritize witches, which is the justice of witches as a warlike race.

In other words, this was an extre racist.

Just that, most people are not keen on admitting they’re racists; they tend to unwittingly paint themselves in a better light, to disguise themselves sowhat, lest their behavior seem too disgraceful.

This is commonly known as double standards.

However, the straightforwardness of this Chief Justice of Righteousness surprised the Hobody Witch a bit, but she had to admit that compared to hypocritical double standards, such undisguised frankness made Dorothy appreciate her more.

So, Dorothy raised an eyebrow slightly and also spoke.

“What a coincidence, I also quite like the justice of witches, but it’s best if it’s principled witch justice.”

“Principled witch justice? Care to elaborate on what that ans?”

The Great Judge frowned slightly, asking very humbly.

“It ans that rather than hastily devouring the small cake alone, I prefer for everyone to earn money together, first make the small cake into a big one, and then I take the biggest slice.”

Dorothy thought for a mont, then spoke plainly.

“But small cakes are everywhere, you could eat to your heart’s content, why bother with the hassle of making a big cake? Even if the cake is made large, why can’t I have it all instead of sharing with others? I believe my appetite could devour the entire large cake in one go.”

The Great Judge shook her head, proposing once again.

The Hobody Witch was taken aback, giving the Great Judge another once-over. Seeing her serious, non-joking face, she was left speechless for a mont and then fell into deep thought.

Right, why shouldn’t I have it all?

“If you want everything every ti, then eventually, no one will bake cakes with you anymore.”

Dorothy held back for a while and could only respond this way.

“Haha, Clown Inquisitor, when you devour a piece of cake, do you care about whether the cake is willing to be eaten by you? Then why care if those baking the cake are willing to join you? As long as I wish, it doesn’t matter if they are willing or not.”

The Great Judge chuckled twice, shaking her head.

“Besides, even if you don’t bake cakes yourself, there will always be others interested in making big cakes. Even left unattended, those small cakes will eventually grow into big ones. If you really want to eat big cakes, simply wait patiently until there’s ready-made ones to eat, like how now there are three of the most delicious cakes waiting for us to enjoy, isn’t it?”

This spirited Female Knight Sage glanced at the small ornants on her office desk.

Dorothy also looked over and saw three figurine-like ga pieces, representing an Angel, a Demon, and a Great Dragon.

Emmmm…..

“Sotis, ingredients do fight back, Lord Justice, your teeth really must be excellent. Aren’t you afraid of breaking them?”

The Hobody Witch was at a loss for words.

As a little witch who is always acutely self-aware, Dorothy did not quite understand what gave this Great Judge the appetite to devour three towering cakes in one bite.

This is genuinely sothing that can’t be swallowed in one go.

“Yes, ingredients do fight back. My teeth certainly can’t bite through those three cakes, but if possible, I’m willing to just be the teeth of the one who can bite through the cakes. Even if my teeth do break in the end, I’d be willing, as long as the cake is finally consud.”

In face of Dorothy’s veiled sarcasm, the Angel Grand Judge remained unbothered and spoke thusly.

“Moreover, not just , I think if it were indeed possible to taste these three already matured delicious cakes, there would be many willing to be teeth as I am.”

The Female Knight Sage now turned her gaze to the portrait of the God King hanging on her office wall, her eyes reflecting a fervent, almost fanatical devotion.

Blood sacrifices for the Blood God, skull offerings for the Skull Throne; the most delicious cakes should indeed beco the best offerings to the Great King.

The Hobody Witch fell silent once more, opening her mouth to retort against the Great Judge, but ultimately fell silent in the end.

Because she knew what this Sage was saying was true; if it could indeed let the Witch World consu those three most delicious cakes smoothly, many witches would be willing to risk everything to be the biting teeth, even at the cost of their own destruction.

No, rather, most witches would be very willing to do so, after all, witches are a warlike race.

Realizing this, Dorothy fell silent even more, even sowhat convinced by this Great Judge.

Only, reason being what it is, she truly didn’t like it.

Thus, the Hobody Witch ultimately shook her head.

“Hm, what you say is very true, Lord Justice, but I still prefer principled witch justice. After all, compared to those wild large cakes, I find cakes made by my own hands more delicious. My culinary skills are quite good, others’ creations sowhat don’t suit my tastes.”

Dorothy replied this way.

Tsk, as soone who just wants to stay ho happily studying magic, this hobody witch really didn’t grasp those grand philosophies; verbal sparring isn’t her forte, so she doesn’t bother arguing with the Chief Justice. She defaults to, “Yeah, right, right, everything you say is right.”

This kind of thing is like personal taste, there’s no right or wrong, only suitable or unsuitable. No matter how good you claim pears are, if I love apples, I just don’t want to eat pears, is that wrong?

Besides…..

Dorothy glanced at the portrait of the God King hanging on the far wall and scratched her head, carefully considering her tone as she spoke.

“Well, Lord Justice, is it possible that the Deities might actually prefer lighter als over heavier ones?”

Even though she had never t the God King in real life, from what her Good Sister told her during Witch’s Night, she actually isn’t picky with food, unlike Little Fatty Dragon who is greedy, Denisha cares more about who she eats with rather than what she eats.

Eating richly while alone would taste like chewing wax, but having als with family, even if it’s simple food, would still be pleasant.

However, when it cos to taste preferences, Denisha indeed prefers lighter foods, often giving the remaining at to Little Fatty Dragon and Artie, as she prefers the vegetables the little ones dislike.

Yet, for the Hobody Witch’s “frivolous remark,” the habitually amiable Chief Justice of Righteousness showed her first hint of displeasure.

“Clown Inquisitor, mind your words. The taste of the Deities naturally depends on the mood of the Deities. As believers, how can we presu to guess the Deity’s intentions? We just need to offer the best tribute.”

Dorothy: “Then is there a possibility that the Lord might not care about your faith?”

The Hobody Witch didn’t fall silent due to the Great Judge’s displeasure, but instead continued.

For her words, however, the Sage who appeared like a Female Knight replied without hesitation.

“But I care.”

Dorothy: “…”

Alright then, Flattery knows no equal.

….The Hobody Witch was speechless….