Otaku Witch-Chapter 690 - 483. Old Friends Reunited_2

Although the ten fools opposite her thought they were chatting in a private channel, little did they know it was actually a public frequency.

Homebody Witch wasn't sure if the future Great Judge Koreya could understand their eye contact communication, but she herself could definitely read it all.

As for the fact that these guys could still derail the conversation and nearly start arguing at a time like this, she was amazed, and...

"Spoiled rich girl just dropped from the sky," "drag of a pretty face," "body language so low could be some big shot's lover," "She's so slutty"...

Reading through what these items had to say about her, Homebody Witch felt her fists clenching tight.

You guys have some real nerve, badmouthing the boss in a chat while in her presence, huh? I'll remember this grudge.

A certain vase-like witch was shaking with rage internally.

However, she didn't go up to them and start throwing punches right away but instead bowed politely, behaving just like a true newbie, and greeted the bosses.

"Greenhorn reporting in, I'll be counting on my seniors for guidance in the upcoming task."

But the bunch on the other side still didn't speak, just coolly nodded their heads, either stylishly or coldly, fully embodying the aloofness of true bosses.

Of course, they were all just for show; after all, their eye whispers had already given away their true thoughts.

"Child of the Forest: This newcomer's quite polite, I'm starting to like her."

"Phantom Girl: Cut it out, is that what you call liking? When she bent over just now, your eyes nearly popped out of your head, you're clearly just lusting after her body, you're despicable."

"Frost Snow Lady: To tell the truth, she's indeed busty, big enough to hang fruit on. My mom said that kind of figure is good for childbearing, she'd definitely be chased by many in our tribe."

"Stellar Speaker: Can't you guys be serious for once? And having them too big is actually quite tiring, you wouldn't understand."

"Phoenix: As if you'd know, oh, wait, I forgot you're modeled after a Minotaur, you're also depraved, a useless flesh monster."

"Ghost Mask: ..."

......

Dorothy was getting tired of it all, with such a bunch of eccentric teammates, she had a bad feeling about the upcoming task.

Forget it, I'm done playing.

Feeling like if she waited any longer these folks would start fighting amongst themselves, Homebody Witch helplessly raised her hand and then, with a snap of her fingers...

Suddenly, her simple black and white nun's outfit started to dissipate, as if someone had blurred her clothes until, thankfully, the heavy pixelation vanished. But what was revealed was not the original nun's outfit; instead, it was a sleek, black Battle Robe.

That was the standard Battle Robe of the Grand Inquisitor of the Judgment Court.

Judgement Squad: "...."

The moment the noisy crowd saw this familiar gear, their eyes widened in disbelief, filled with rising panic and unease.

People even swallowed nervously, a very ominous possibility suddenly rising in their hearts.

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It was well known that there couldn't possibly be a Judgment Court in this era; therefore, NPCs wouldn't know the iconic style of the Grand Inquisitor's official Battle Robe. Now that this piece of clothing appeared, it meant...

Well, several non-students had already sneaked into the Witch's Night. So, there's no reason Lord Clown couldn't get in, which means...

Everyone anxiously looked at Dorothy across from them, and the Homebody Witch didn't disappoint their expectations. Her hands activated Alchemy, and free elements in the air gathered towards her, then turned into an iconic Clown's mask.

Dorothy put on the mask and then looked mockingly at the now dumbfounded crowd.

"Yo, looks like you're all having a blast."

Judgment Squad: "..."

They looked at each other. Remembering the content of their previous private chats, they began to shiver.

Meanwhile, the homebody witch felt secretly thrilled inside, just as she was pondering whether she should deal with these subordinates who dared criticize their superior, she suddenly froze.

Because she felt the mask she had casually created come alive on her face, and a familiar energy started emanating from it.

Dorothy: "..."

The Homebody Witch fell silent for a moment, but Masked Sister clearly had no intention of letting her go.

"How's that for a conscience, Dorothy? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting outside for you? That awful God King Teacher actually banned my account. But he didn't completely shut it down; as long as I find a suitable Incarnation I can come down. But why, oh why, did it take so long for you to wear a hat or mask? Do you even care about me at all?"

Unseen by anyone else, tendrils extended from the ordinary mask. Two of them, somewhat cute, curled up at the tips into little hammers, relentlessly tapping on Dorothy's head, while an angry voice resounded in her ears.

Homebody Witch: "....."

Listening to the accusations from senior Fanny, whom she indeed hadn't seen for quite some time, Dorothy was rendered speechless.

It's your fault for getting your account banned, not reflecting on yourself, but blaming me? Besides, you never told me wearing a hat or mask could Summon you.

Thinking that the mask she accidentally created summoned this Merry Maker, the Homebody Witch felt a bit of regret.

Such carelessness, bringing about this troublemaker.

She thought somewhat disdainfully.

She might have had some reverence for this Future Fourth King in the past, but now Denisha was her Good Sister. Do you understand the weight of being the God King's half-sister through different parents?

Moreover, as fellow Future Kings, look at Denisha, who hasn't yet achieved the status of God King—shouldn't you really reflect on yourself, senior Fanny?

Less fun and more work, Asa Vanni.

It's maddening to compare oneself to others, and when comparing Denisha with senior Fanny, Dorothy sighed.

The Masked Senior Sister whose feelings seemed to be rejected and looked down on, shaped her tendrils into question marks.

"Dorothy, why aren't you talking? I feel like you're thinking something rude. Come on, spill it. Do you have someone else you fancy behind my back?"

Senior Fanny's tendrils tugged at Dorothy's hair while she pressed on with her questioning.

"Ah yes, yes, yes, I've been clinging to the God King's coattails lately, her thighs are so fragrant and soft."

Dorothy nodded without hesitation, saying so.

"Heh, I don't believe you for a second. The God King Teacher is not like that at all. She's too serious—every time I see her, my legs tremble. You're dreaming if you think you can climb onto her venerable legs."

Masked Senior Sister suddenly lost interest and released Dorothy's hair upon hearing such a response, feeling listless without any gossip.

Dorothy: "....."

Alright then.

The Homebody Witch thought it over and decided to later take senior Fanny home to meet the God King Teacher she's been pining for.

Yeah, no need to thank me; I've always been happy to help.

...Homebody Witch having a blast...