In the wee hours, at the top floor of the Tower of Shine, in Dorothy's room.
A portal suddenly opened, and the Grand Inquisitor, wearing a clown mask and a gorgeous battle robe, stepped out—then vanished abruptly.
On the bed, the homebody witch, who had been clad in cartoon puppet dragon pajamas, abruptly opened her eyes, then with a flip like a carp leaping, sat up from the bed.
"Tsk, what a long night it has been, so many annoyances."
Dorothy muttered to herself.
She shook her head, shaking off the remnants of sleepiness, then with a snap of her fingers, the witch's life series magic started to operate automatically.
The bed that had been a mess due to poor sleeping posture tidied itself up, and the Angel's Velvet comforter folded itself neatly, becoming a perfectly squared military-style tofu block.
