Dorothy actually always suffered from a fear of inadequate firepower, a condition that was almost incurable for witches with average magical talent like her, but now, the benefits provided by a career establishment like the Judgment Court gave her hope for treatment.
Thus, she was quite excited along the way, so much so that she didn't even have the time to admire Miss Ghost Mask's peachy bottom—she just wished the secretary walked faster.
Was she in a rush to cure her disease? Miss, could you stop dawdling, how about we run instead?
Fortunately, the Spell Library wasn't far from the mission hall, and they arrived at a huge circular library before Dorothy's patience ran out.
In the center of this library, there was a giant orb of light similar to the one in the mission hall they had seen earlier.
"Your Excellency, you can..."
