"Ah, that was quick, wasn't it?"
It hadn't even been thirty seconds since Dorothy had issued the summons yet, looking at the crowd that was already seated en masse below, the Homebody Witch scratched her head, astonished by the efficiency of these judges.
Seeing those thousands of eyes, sleepy with an early rise, all fixed on her, Dorothy couldn't help but shiver with a sense of guilt, but she quickly perked up again, unapologetically returning their stares.
Now she was a leader, after all. She hadn't even started her new role with a bang—how could she show weakness?
Moreover, she wasn't idly summoning everyone for fun in the middle of the night; there was a genuine need for this summons.
Thereupon, the Homebody Witch gathered her courage and then spoke with feigned calmness.
"Good evening, everyone. I am the new Grand Inquisitor at the Witch Academy, the Clown. Please take good care of me in the future."
