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On the Witch's Night, after understanding the relationship between Dorothy and God King Teacher, senior Fanny, as an observer, knew more clearly than Dorothy who God King Teacher's most beloved good sister was.

Fortunately, that gaze only glanced at her for a moment before quickly shifting away, which made Hat Senior Sister breathe a sigh of relief.

However, she was also very clear that this wasn't because God King Teacher let her off the hook; it was simply because when the good sister appeared, the good sister's eyes had room for only one person.

Tsk tsk tsk, such deep sisterly affection...

Forget it, I'm practically a person who's already dying (50 years) anyway, why think about so many things, let's just watch the drama unfold. Poor Dorothy, always getting played by her good sister, really pitiful.

Seeing her reminder was of no use, senior Fanny also entered the drama-watching mode.

"We can indeed be considered judges."

Denisha responded.

As she said this, she quite irritably confiscated the drumstick from Artie, who was frustrated for missing the chance for "revenge," and tapped the little girl's head lightly with it.

Dong...

Hmm, the sound was very crisp, like knocking on a wooden fish.

In response, Artie, who was squatting defensively while holding her head, became even more furious.

"You two sisters, don't bully me too much; one takes me for a waist drum, the other for a wooden fish. Even a rabbit will bite when it's desperate, and I, the Witch King, don't have face, do I?"

However, when Denisha's gaze fell on Artie, the little girl, like a red-eyed bunny, immediately quieted down, wanting to hide behind her teacher.

Unfortunately, Bullhead Dragon King didn't care about these things; Little Fatty Dragon only wanted to enjoy eating in peace.

"Crunch...."

After stuffing another handful of chips into her mouth, Emora intently stared at Dorothy in front of her, while the fat tail behind her wagged happily.

Great! There's going to be delicious food again.

And originally hiding behind Little Fatty Dragon, Artie was precariously dodging her teacher's tail.

Don't be fooled by the tail's cute and bouncy appearance; if she were accidentally struck by it, even her Demon King physique would suffer injuries.

Opposite, the Homebody Witch looked somewhat complicatedly at the familiar scene in front of her.

With her intelligence and inspiration, it's impossible that she genuinely hadn't noticed anything. She vaguely understood what was happening, but that possibility was quite frightening, making her hesitant to think further.

Dorothy looked up, directly at the "good sister" with an angelic mask smiling at her, understanding the response.

Indeed, the Judgment Court is a direct department of The Third King, so theoretically The Third King also counts as a judge for the Judgment Court.

Of course, the Homebody Witch only thought about this in her mind; outwardly, she still responded with the demeanor of meeting a stranger for the first time.

"Ah, so there are judges in the Underworld too?"

She appeared very surprised.

"That indeed exists."

For her sister's feigned ignorance, Denisha was neither surprised nor hurt. Patronizingly, she nodded and then pointed to the open Gates of the Underworld behind her.

"Want to go in and have a look?"

"Uh, can we go in? Won't this violate the rules?"

At this invitation, Dorothy hesitated, then asked cautiously.

"Of course not. For me, my words are the rules."

Miss Shepherdess replied.

But seeing her sister's dazed reaction, she thought for a moment and added.

"The 'Gates of the Underworld' originally is magic allowing spellcasters to enter the Underworld. Since you've successfully cast it, you have the qualification to enter the Underworld."

As the creator of the 'Gates of the Underworld,' Denisha enjoys the ultimate interpretative right over the spell's effects.

No matter whether the 'Gates of the Underworld' had this function before, it has it now.

Dorothy: "..."

Looking at the description in her spell slot of the 'Gates of the Underworld,' which indeed had this effect added, the Homebody Witch was speechless for a moment.

Fine, you're the boss, you call the shots.

Having said things to this extent, what reason does she have to resist? Besides, she originally wanted to visit the Underworld to see her roommate's situation and why she hadn't been resurrected.

Thinking of this, Dorothy stopped resisting, patting herself to stand up, preparing to follow the "good sister" into the Gates of the Underworld to have a look.

Moreover, honestly speaking, after reuniting with these three "old acquaintances," she was really curious about what the world after death truly looked like.

"Then let's go."

Without waiting for the three Summoning Envoys from the Underworld to lead the way, the Homebody Witch naturally moved before them.

She first skillfully took out a large bag of snacks from her pocket, handing it to Little Fatty Dragon, then quite deftly reached out to tousle Artie's hair, turning her originally smooth black hair into a tangled mess, and finally walked beside the good sister, aligning with her.

And Denisha also naturally reached out to help tidy up her collar, like an older sister caring for a younger sister unable to groom herself properly.

"Hmm, let's go then."

The stiff smile on the angel mask was far from sweet and captivating compared to the crescent-like eyes seen under the mask at this moment.

"Damn it, Dorothy, you messed up my hair again. A girl's hair is precious, and do you even know who I am? I am..."

Only Artie, unhappy after being patted on the head, raised her chest, about to announce her identity as Demon King, but stopped abruptly.

Among the three Kings, although God King understands people best, her solitary pride sees all beings as a herd, where she alone is the Shepherdess, hence her actions always needing no extra explanation; she requires neither understanding nor recognition, only obedience.

The Dragon King is the most fair and pure, but sometimes too pure, never learning patience and subtlety. Of course, appointed as the Crown Prince by God King from birth, she needs no patience and subtlety, for she never needs to bow her head to others, always others to her.

But the Demon King is different; she is the ascendant from obscurity, even born with the Heavenly Mandate of the future Third King.

But her fair and equitable, somewhat naive Dragon King Teacher never gave her special treatment, attending classes even disguised as an ancient soul of a witch without strength.

Step by step, she climbed from the lowest rank of Witch World through her own efforts, eventually defeating numerous competitors at the Dragon King's coronation ceremony, ascending to the throne honorably.

Therefore, no king understands human affairs better than she does.

If she were to reveal her identity now, it would be gratifying, but perhaps thereafter there'd be a regretful barrier between her and this pesky individual.

Tsk, this person's personality is awfully troublesome; she would only play with Artie but never the Demon King.

If she indeed self-disclosed, then each time she met this person, they would deferentially address her as "Lord Demon King," treating her with the etiquette reserved for the Witch King.

And looking at her food-obsessed, tail-wagging-to-spiral-propeller-disgraceful teacher, then at the sister-controller good sister with only eyes for her sibling, Artie sighed.

With these two predecessors, she's bearing too much for her age.

Her people connections have always been good; she most hates being out of sync.

"Who are you?"

Ahead, the Homebody Witch turned, looking at the little girl.

"I'm just me. I don't care; you messed up my hair, you'll help wash my hair later."

Artie rolled her eyes, answering.

Humph, patience, wait for it, Dorothy; I've got a chip on you. The humiliation you gave me will certainly be repaid a hundredfold in the future.

"Alright."

Dorothy also smiled, nodding, agreeing.

Afterward, she glanced forward, looking at the Gates of the Underworld in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped in boldly.

Once everyone stepped through that Ghost Gate, the exquisitely terrifying ancient arch slammed shut, then vanished, leaving only a Sleeping Beauty-like corpse in the empty office.

On the other side, Dorothy simply blinked, finding herself in a city both familiar and unfamiliar.

That was Pandora City.

Pandora City on the Witch's Night.

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