Otaku Witch

Dorothy naturally didn't know what the cool, somewhat aloof secretary was really thinking as she led the way.

She just watched Miss Ghost Mask's peachy behind sway with her steps, marveling at how the Judgment Court truly deserved its reputation as an elite department, considering that even a secretary, who seemed to be responsible for clerical work, was so incredibly skilled.

Really, she almost failed to notice the secretary sneaking up behind her. Luckily, Miss Ghost Mask ultimately chose the wrong Stealth Spell. Of all the spells, she had to use the Witch's Akarin Technique to erase her presence.

Heh, playing with witch-related spells in front of the Witch of the Forest herself was like brandishing a broadsword before Guan Yu; therefore, Dorothy eventually detected the familiar spell fluctuations and saw through Miss Ghost Mask's trace.

But, if Miss Ghost Mask had used a different Stealth Spell, Dorothy reckoned she would have been utterly blind to it.

"Ah, damn it, my Magic Power is growing too slowly, only just over thirty thousand. Without a boost in Magic Power, I can't enhance my Body Attribute, and all my skills suffer because of it," Home Martial Soul thought somewhat distressed.

And the Miss Ghost Mask in front of her, darn, she's really strong, a young Genius Witch with over two hundred thousand Mana.

Tsk, how come there are so many geniuses in this broken world? Are geniuses worthless now? Don't even let a regular witch have a way out, shivering me timbers.

She had started to worry a bit about her future. After all, she had been safe back at the academy, but joining the Judgment Court probably meant she couldn't avoid competing and fighting with others anymore. What would she do when she encountered enemies while on missions?

Real battles weren't like the Arena. Not only was there no protection from False Life, but opponents wouldn't be stupid enough to lower their Attributes to compete fairly. Could her frail body really withstand that?

"Dora-Fanny, you better cover for me when we come across someone I can't beat,"

Dorothy rather shamelessly sought rescue from Masked Senior Sister in her mind.

To this, senior Fanny was quite disdainful.

"Look at you, losing face. Scared now, are you?"

But in the end, the senior sister still comforted her Master a bit.

"Don't worry, Dorothy dear, you're now a witch civil servant. When have you ever seen anyone from the Council of Sages suffer a loss? You'll soon understand the power of being on the payroll," she said.

"Uh... what does that mean?"

Dorothy was confused, but Masked Senior Sister, being cryptic as ever, wouldn't tell her. She felt as uncomfortable as if a cat were scratching at her heart, feeling toughened, her fists toughened.

"Your Excellency the Clown, you can register your identity at the front desk. Do you have your Identity Token with you?"

Just as Dorothy was still appreciating the scenic view, the scenery abruptly turned around and said this to her.

Home Martial Soul then snapped back to reality and looked around, only to realize she had unwittingly arrived at a large circular hall.

"Oh, the Main God Hall?"

Seeing the massive orb floating in the center of the hall, Dorothy popped up with question marks.

Fortunately, she looked around and noticed that there were several counters around the hall, not rooms for Reincarnators.

"That's the task inquiry center. All judges can go there to search and accept tasks suitable for themselves, but you have to go to the counter to submit tasks,"

Seeing His Excellency the Clown looking puzzled, Miss Ghost Mask dutifully started explaining.

But in fact, Dorothy didn't need any explanation to understand that the huge sphere was a gigantic Magic Network terminal, something that was no challenge to her, an honorary member of the Bookmaker Association.

"Um, thank you."

However, Home Martial Soul still thanked the secretary Miss after that, and then reached into her pocket for the silver Identity Token that Mother Superior had only given her recently.@@novelbin@@

"Ah, this…"

Just as Dorothy was about to go to the nearby counter to register, she heard a gasp from Miss Ghost Mask beside her, causing her to pause and look at the secretary Miss with confusion.

"What is it?"

Miss Ghost Mask's eyes were wide open at this moment, full of amazement as she stared at the Identity Token in her hand.

"Nothing, sorry, I was just startled by your Excellence's Silver Medal."

Facing the inquiry, the secretary Miss, realizing that she had been rude, bowed skillfully in apology before speaking somewhat embarrassedly.

"Uh, is there something special about this Identity Token? Isn't it the same for everyone?"

Dorothy was utterly bewildered by this information that Mother Superior had never mentioned to her.

"Of course, they are not the same, the Judgment Court's hierarchy is divided into four levels, each with Identity Tokens made of different materials."

"The highest rank is the Gold Medal, of which there are only three, symbolizing the three Great Judges."

"Below the Gold Medal is the Silver Medal, with a total of one hundred and eight, representing one hundred and eight Grand Inquisitors."

"Beneath the Silver Medal is the Bronze Medal, which there are a total of one hundred and eight thousand, signifying the Elite Judges."

"And at the bottom is the lowly Iron Medal, which is unlimited in number; the clerical staff and regular Judges of the Judgment Court all have Iron Medals."

As Miss Ghost Mask explained this, she took out a dark and gloomy Black Iron Token from her pocket, which looked just like Dorothy's, with dragon script on the front and a Dragon Head emboss on the back.

"In addition to the levels of the Tokens, there are three major factions. For instance, both yours and mine are Dragon Medals, signifying that we are under the Great Judge of Annihilation. Apart from the Dragon Medal, there are also the God Medal and Demon Medal, engraved with an Angel and a Demon respectively, representing the other two Great Judges."

The secretary sister was very thorough and responsible in her explanation.

After the explanation, Miss Ghost Mask couldn't help but treat the person in front of her, His Excellency the Clown, with even more respect.

Although she had guessed earlier that he was an influential figure, she never imagined he would be so prestigious. To join and start off as a Grand Inquisitor - he was the boss's boss! She had to serve him well, for her future promotion and salary increase might depend on his word.

This revelation also startled Dorothy as she looked at the Silver Medal in her hand and couldn't help but feel that a child with a mother indeed is a treasure.

It truly was favoritism from the mother; this sort of backdoor entry meant starting a job just one step below the peak of her life, with only one step away from the summit.

When she took the Token to the counter, the young lady at the counter first showed surprise, then respectful gaze as she completed the registration.

The process was actually quite simple, consisting of filling in a few forms, taking a photo, and then the young lady behind the counter scanned Dorothy's Identity Token in a machine, finishing the process.

When Home Martial Soul took her Identity Token back, she frowned upon discovering that this originally solely for teleportation Token suddenly had a plethora of new privileges.

...Dorothy pondered...