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.
