Dorothy: "???"
A series of question marks popped up over the homebody witch's head.
What's going on? Where did these three weird folks come from? And why is this guy holding a drumstick? I don't even have a drum here?
She turned her head to look around, very sure she was still in her Grand Inquisitor's office, and the office door was still closed, no one had just come in or out.
"Are you also judges?"
Dorothy frowned and asked.
Well, although these three strange folks weren't wearing the judges' uniforms or battle robes, they were all wearing masks, which quite fit the style of the Judgment Court, so that's why the homebody witch asked.
Moreover, this is the headquarters of the Judgment Court, one of the secret places of the Witch World, well-guarded, so those who can appear here must be judges, unless, of course, they couldn't possibly be invaders, right?
