Otaku Witch

On the street, a figure in a black cloak and clown mask, the Clown Grand Inquisitor, led a team that sped past.

In the crowd, a little witch in a school uniform, her face framed by black-rimmed glasses, stood on the sidewalk like an ant.

In the moment their paths crossed, their eyes met, and the pupils reflecting in each other's gaze were the same.

"The Judgment Court really is impressive,"

Once the dark tide had receded, the three little witches resumed their journey, with Dorothy sharing her impressions.

"Indeed, it's quite a display of authority."

Little Fox nodded, her puppet expressing agreement with her senior's words.

"Impressive? I find it quite annoying."

Senior Mia, however, frowned and spoke with a hint of disdain.

For a major merchant like her, the most troublesome thing was this group of ubiquitous, ever-vigilant spies. Even though she had no intention of tax evasion or the like, nobody liked the feeling that every move they made could be watched by a pair of eyes hidden nearby.

The higher a witch's status and the greater her influence, the more she felt this way, but with the Judgment Court backed by The Third King and under his direct command, everyone had to endure it despite their dislike.

And although detested, it must be said that the peace and stability in the Witch World, even with mighty witches who held apocalyptic powers, dared not act recklessly; for this, the Judgement Court did have significant merit.

"It looks like that group of Judges is headed for the God King Cathedral of the Angel Witches; those Angel Witches are going to have a tough time today,"

The Golden Princess laughed a bit schadenfreude as she glanced in the direction the dark tide had gone.

But after laughing, Senior Mia also looked puzzled.

"What on earth did those Angel Witches do to warrant the deployment of so many Judges?"

Normally, the Judges of the Judgment Court operated in teams of about a dozen, and a regular Judge team was sufficient for most tasks.

But this time, they had dispatched thousands of Judges, and the one leading them, wearing a clown mask, was none other than a Grand Inquisitor. Their ranks were far too luxurious, it was as if the entire force of the Judgment Court within the Witch Academy had emerged in full force.

This was no case investigation; it was nearly enough to wipe out a family, especially since the truly formidable and ancient Angel Witches were all by the side of the Divine King. The ones left behind were the newer generations who had lost their way.

Among the new generation, some Awakeners had tried to reset the chaos, only to be ousted by the Conservatives. These few sane members were now active on the frontlines, and it was said that they had already established the God King's Church on the front.

The Conservative Faction remaining in the academy relied solely on an old school principal, but now even the principal had stepped back; the Conservative Faction had split into several factions, creating chaos.

And now, they have encountered a sudden raid by the Judgment Court...

Thinking of how those young Angel Witches had little skill but were quick-tempered, Senior Mia couldn't help but shake her head.

Ordinarily, people feared the name of the God King and gave concessions to the Angel Witches, but today, she hoped these fools would be a bit shrewder, not to be so foolish as to treat the people of the Judgment Court with the same pride as descendants of the God King, otherwise...

Well, it remained to be seen if their revered Divine King would truly bless his unworthy descendants.

Mia shook her head and put the thought out of her mind.

The three little witches continued to the club premises as planned.

Meanwhile.

The Clown Grand Inquisitor quickly led his team to their destination— the God King Cathedral.

This was an exceptionally majestic Gothic cathedral.

Emmm... perhaps it's not accurate to call it one cathedral, but rather a complex— a continuous group of cathedral-style buildings with the Main Cathedral in the center being particularly imposing and vast.

This place was originally the absolute center of the Angel Witch residence, except that as the Angel Witch residence had become the Witch Academy, the God King Cathedral had also been relocated and is now floating around the outskirts of the Witch Academy, much like a satellite to the Academy.

On regular days, this area is the private land of the Angel Witches, where students are forbidden to loiter aimlessly; only the Angel Witches themselves may enter at will.

Dorothy stopped at the entrance of the cathedral. Although she could actually go straight in, this place was, after all, a cathedral dedicated to the God King. It wasn't just about respecting the Angel Witches but also about considering the God King's face, who was the Supreme Supervisor of the Judgment Court. It was better to show some respect.

The homebody witch thought it best to start with diplomacy before resorting to force, hoping that the group of Angel Witches would have the sense not to make things unpleasant for everyone.

She stretched out her hand, signaling the Judges behind her to stop and wait for the Angel Witches to come out for negotiations.

With such a grand display, the Angel Witches inside the cathedral weren't blind and should have someone coming out soon.

Dorothy took out a timepiece and began counting down. Her patience was limited, and she naturally wouldn't let those inside drag their feet. She would be polite for one minute, and when time was up, she would enter whether or not anyone came out.

Fortunately, the group of Angel Witches didn't play dead, and soon a golden-haired Angel Witch with four wings came to the door.
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"Lord Judicators, what is the meaning of this?"

"Here by order to investigate a case."

The homebody witch's watch still hadn't stopped; she pulled out a piece of parchment and threw it to the opposite side, speaking coldly.

"This is a Search Warrant. You can see for yourself, we all follow the rules here."

This piece of parchment was a Search Warrant just signed last night by the Mother Superior. Dorothy was certainly one to execute the law impartially.

The four-winged Angel on the other side took the parchment, opened it, and upon seeing the blood-red Dragon Head seal, couldn't help but tremble.

"Then please allow us to accompany you, my Lords. I will show you the way," she said.

This golden-haired Angel Witch did not resort to the cliché move of claiming the Search Warrant was fake and resisting; she kept her demeanor very low, first respectfully handing the parchment back to Dorothy, then revealing a modest smile on her beautiful face.

Indeed, this golden-haired Angel was extremely beautiful with a noble air, the kind that stood out even among witches, and her aloof presence exuded an aura of distinction, clearly someone brought up in luxury. Now, such a lady of grace and wealth was humbling herself before you, which could likely make it difficult for anyone to refuse her.

But Dorothy never judged people by their looks; after all, none were as beautiful as she was anyway. These beauty tricks were useless against her.

"There's no need, Skywalker, you lead the way."

She couldn't be bothered to give the angelic beauty another glance, but turned to the Vice-President behind her, who wore a bird mask, and spoke.

"Yes, Lord Clown."

Ivette immediately stepped out from the line; she would lead the charge today.

To this, the golden-haired four-winged Angel seemed somewhat helpless. She wanted to say something more, but in the end, she restrained herself. However, her restraint didn't mean others would do the same.

"What are you trying to do? Do you not know where you are?" came a voice from within the cathedral, causing Dorothy to raise her eyebrows slightly under her mask.

Indeed, the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Sure enough, as the cathedral doors opened, a familiar figure appeared before everyone's eyes. It was none other than an acquaintance of hers, Sophia's cheap cousin, Phoenix.

Good grief, I was about to look for you, and here you are falling right into my lap.

The homebody witch smirked.

...Little Angel on a suicide mission...