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After dinner, Dorothy returned to her room.

First, she removed her clothes, then slipped into her beloved puppet dragon pajamas, and the homebody witch took out her Spellbook, preparing to surf the Internet for a while before sleep.

However, because she had been busy all day and had not checked messages, a slew of notifications began flooding in as soon as she activated the Spellbook, which made Dorothy somewhat helpless.

At the top of the message alerts was Miss Phantom of the Opera, the internet sensation of Puppet Theater that she had personally mentored.

These past few days, this Miss had frequently come to chat with her, and although enjoying their conversations, Dorothy felt overwhelmed by the daily interaction and was starting to feel a bit sick of it.

As a witch who cherished her freedom on the web, she disliked too much contact with others because if feelings developed from long conversations, things could get troublesome, and she was a firm opponent of online relationships.

Although the average attractiveness in the Witch World was quite high, lessening worries about the "If you find me ugly, I'll just leave" scenario, Dorothy thought that when it came to feelings, face-to-face interactions were still the better approach.

Despite the absurdity that such a hardcore homebody might think this way, she genuinely did think so.

Online friends are good for a laugh, but when it comes to real feelings, it's better to keep things down-to-earth.

"Hmm, the Moon God could use a Magic Network account right now, so she might as well have Carmine of True Red from now on," Dorothy happily decided to herself.

She had been feeling that the influence of her alternate account, Carmine of True Red, was growing overly large and becoming bothersome; she had planned to abandon it entirely, but now that Little Five had come along, it seemed serendipitous.

Since Incarnations and their originals share a mental connection, as soon as Dorothy had this thought, on the other side in the Moon Rabbit World, the Moon God—who was in the middle of a meeting with the High Priest and the Knight Commander—suddenly furrowed her brow, feeling somewhat weary about having such an original. However, she did need a Magic Network account, so she was not opposed to the idea.

Right after the meeting, the Moon God casually gathered some materials from the roadside and handcrafted a Spellbook on the spot.

Dorothy had been mingling with the Bookmaker Association, thoroughly mastering the creation and configuration of Spellbooks; and the Moon God, being a deity with the capacity of a Creator God, found making a Spellbook by hand a trivial task.

When she logged into the account, the Moon God saw the messages from Miss Phantom of the Opera and, unlike her dismissive original, did not grow impatient after getting bored with the conversation. Possessing a nurturing nature, she rather enjoyed guiding these lost souls, not to mention that this little internet celebrity had been raised by the original. This joy of fostering made the Moon God quite pleased.

Softly and gently, she began to reply.

On the other hand, Dorothy didn't pay too much attention to what was happening with the Moon God. Although Incarnations and their originals shared a mental link and a common memory database, it wasn't like she was always in real-time accessing those memories of her Incarnations, as it would be too exhausting without necessity.

Unless the Incarnation encountered an issue that required her as the original to make a definitive decision, Dorothy preferred not to fuss over trivial matters.

After all, those Incarnations were also her; she wouldn't harm herself, so there was nothing to worry about.

She simply took her Grand Inquisitor's Identity Token and swiped it over her Spellbook.

Then, in the next moment, the display on her Spellbook changed completely, now connecting her to the Judgment Court's intranet.

Although the Identity Tokens did come with built-in Internet access, how should it be put… Online browsing was just one of many ancillary features of the Tokens, and as for efficiency...

Just like the work computers provided by the unit, they could only be said to be passable, but far from good, and certainly not comparable to the high-end spellbook that Dorothy, a big shot in the Bookmaker Association, had carefully crafted for herself. She still preferred to surf the internet with her own spellbook.

After skillfully pointing and clicking on the internal network interface for a while, an icon resembling a conference table appeared in front of Dorothy. She lightly tapped the icon and then closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself seated at a massive round conference table, positioned at the head of the table. Within her line of sight was a prominent red button.

"One-click Summon."

Beneath the red button was a long list of names, each accompanied by a summon button.

"The online meeting room setup isn't bad at all, wow, you can even choose different meeting room skins," exclaimed the homebody witch as she looked around.

At this moment, she was in the Magic Web Space, a virtual meeting hall belonging to the Judgment Court and not existing in reality.

However, this function was not available to ordinary Judges, it was a privilege reserved for the Grand Inquisitors who administrated an entire area.

If Dorothy were to press that one-click summon button right now, all the Judges within the jurisdiction of Witch Academy would be called to this meeting, considering that the area was now under her, Lord Clown's, control.

But in the middle of the night, it seemed most were likely asleep. Calling people out of their beds for a meeting at this late hour could be a tad unscrupulous.

The homebody witch hesitated for a moment.

Then, she nonchalantly changed the conference room's skin to that of the Cloud Sea Temple and, with a face full of reluctance, decisively pressed the one-click summon button.

Pah, why sleep for long when alive, when you can sleep forever after death? How can you possibly sleep at this age? What are you sleeping for? Wake up, everyone, and get hyped.

Consequently, the next moment, thousands of Judge's Orders across Witch World began to tremble, and a multitude of witches abruptly opened their eyes from their beautiful dreams...

In the tomb research lab of the Eternal Pure Land, a sister in a white lab coat with dark circles under her eyes and a somewhat disheveled look halted the experiment in her hands resignedly.

In a little wooden cabin on the Wild Hunting Snowfield, where a warm fire burned, a white-haired witch in bear skin pajamas clenched her fists.

In the third highest floor of the Shining Tower at Witch Academy, a witch with rainbow-colored hair fell straight from her bed and hurriedly put on her half-black, half-white Yin Yang mask.

In a traditional Japanese house under the cherry trees on the island of Japan, a witch with long black hair woke from her dreams and grabbed the tachi by her bed.

...

When The Witches picked up their respective Identity Tokens and logged into the Judgment Court intranet, choosing to accept the summon, they quickly arrived at a majestic temple shrouded in mist. The temple's towering architecture seemed to be built by giants, and alongside the hall were rows of seats where they each took their place upon appearing.

They turned their heads towards the throne at the top of the temple where a figure wearing a Clown mask was reclining.

...In the midst of a midnight meeting...