But what bad intentions could the senior sisters possibly have?

Although they teased me a bit on the homework before, they were still willing to accompany me in a duel afterward, all good people.

The little witch thought to herself.

....

At night, after dining with her sisters and chatting a bit, Dorothy peacefully lay down on the bed, ready to enter dreamland.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

The homebody witch suddenly sprang up from the bed, performing a backflip like a carp.

Damn it, I’m suffering from insomnia.

"Forget it, I’ll just go ask directly."

She blinked her eyes, forcing back the bloodshot lines in them, and said.

"Huh?"

The Hat Senior Sister, who had already slept on the pillow beside her, was startled by Dorothy’s commotion, drowsily responding with a question mark.

"Dorothy, what are you doing up in the middle of the night? Asking what? Who are you going to ask?"

Senior Fanny was dumbstruck.

Then, she suddenly widened her eyes, her hat shook, waking up completely.

It couldn’t be helped; after all, death was right before her eyes.

With a wave of Dorothy’s hand, an ancient and majestic doorway rose from the ground, and the bronze gates slowly opened, the cold, deathly breath of the Underworld wafting out from inside.

Yeah, this thing is a stronger wake-up call than pouring cold water.

"Oh my, Dorothy, really? You’re opening this just for that thing?"

Once Asa Vanni saw the Gates of the Underworld, she immediately understood what her Master had been tossing and turning about, fretting over her sister’s past life.

However, it was already labeled a Divine King’s taboo, yet you’re brave enough to face it.

The Evil God Witch was speechless.

Normally, upon hearing the words ’Divine King’s taboo,’ one shouldn’t dare to ask more, think more, or listen more; even as the Future Fourth King, she didn’t dare dig deeper, knowing the serious consequences of annoying the God King Teacher.

Accompanying a monarch is like accompanying a tiger.

But Dorothy...

Well, born at the same time, with different luck—her perspective on the teacher tiger is like one seeing a cute and clingy kitty sister.

Those who are favored have nothing to fear. Dorothy, you go ahead and push it, sooner or later you’ll be divided into three... no, four parts; I’ll take one piece.

But.....

Hat Senior Sister cautiously glanced at the little dragon snake by the bedside, noticing that Yemengade hadn’t climbed onto Dorothy’s neck as usual, and immediately felt disappointed.

Pfft, how dull, thought there’d be a good show to watch.

But she only dared to think so internally, not letting any flaw show outwardly, fearing the wrath of the God King Teacher could bring misery. Meanwhile, upsetting this one here.....

Yes, this one would actually hit you; the Demon King Teacher knows this all too well.

Asa Vanni was still lamenting this when a hand suddenly reached out to the bedside, grabbing the pretending-to-sleep little dragon snake, and adeptly wrapped it around the neck like a scarf.

Senior Fanny: "..."

Yemengade: "..."

Both hat and necklace were utterly dumbfounded by this move.

Seriously, Dorothy, are you really that bold?

The homebody witch didn’t think much of it; seeing the ancestral necklace hadn’t climbed up on its own, she assumed the sister had indeed overslept, so she dutifully equipped it.

After all, this was her strongest equipment at the moment; she couldn’t go without it.

Truth be told, she impulsively opened the gate, and now it was swinging open, causing her some anxiety.

Previously, the God King Sister had gravely warned her; had it not been for her sister having an urgent matter to attend to, she’d likely be holed up in the basement of the God King’s Palace.

Who knows if the Good Sister’s anger has subsided; if it’s not, wouldn’t she just be delivering herself as takeout?

Pfft, be optimistic! She’s searching for Denisha, not the God King’s real form, it’ll be fine.

Dorothy patted her face, mentally encouraging herself, and walked through those Gates of the Underworld.

Meanwhile, the little dragon snake around her neck was quietly attempting to sneak away, yet just as it almost succeeded, a hand pressed down on it.

The hand belonged to the homebody witch.

She held the hat in one hand, the necklace in the other, drawing courage from her two good sisters.

Although Hat Senior Sister is usually on the edge of a high-end crime scene, and Yemengade likely won’t be much help in front of the Good Sister, knowing she wasn’t alone made Dorothy bolder.

Charge, charge... 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

With a step across the Gates of the Underworld, the scenery of Miracle City Pandora from Witch’s Night immediately unfolded.

Dorothy had never visited the real Witch’s Capital Pandora in the mortal realm, but this hardly affected her view of the Underworld’s Pandora City as the best place ever, as she had designed and built it herself.

Moreover, compared to the real world filled with Armed Witches everywhere, the city of this Underworld is much more peaceful and serene.

Those Mechanical Church cathedrals seen everywhere, the various novel and mystical creations, the ever-evolving magic-guided technology exude a strong research vibe.

The Underworld—the dragon awakening land for the Research Witch.

Although rising only after death sounds like a hellish joke, tell me you’re not thrilled.

"Spell Development Bureau is hiring, priority given to those who engaged in spell research while alive, rewarding generously, work ten years and you’ll save enough for a resurrection fee."

"War Golem Development Agency is recruiting newcomers, training provided, only thirty years required, resurrection fee guaranteed."

"I, I, I want to apply; I was quickly crushed to death by an out-of-control war golem, nobody understands golems better than I do."

"Shocked and cold, why do all the high-paying jobs require research experience? When will us Armed Witches stand tall."

"Get lost, you haven’t stood enough while alive, go lie down and rest, let your research momma stand up."

"Warship Research Institute is hiring..."

"Magic Potion Research Division...."

.....

The Reincarnation Square at the city’s center, various Underworld research institutes are hiring, while newly deceased witches unable to afford a resurrection fee possess mechanical bodies to gather here, looking for work to earn a resurrection fee.

Dorothy, observing the flourishing scene, felt envy.

She had tried recruiting some shipbuilding workers for the Alchemy Workshop in the talent market this past month, but it was as if the mortal realm’s workers don’t fit the dog-witch profile.

The neighboring Battle Group booths were crowded with applicants, the lineup for interviews stretched long, while her ad recruiting skilled workers barely attracted a glance, starkly opposing the situation here in the Underworld Square.

She could only wish but not recruit here in the Underworld, otherwise she’d pack all these witch souls back.

Then the homebody witch regretfully withdrew her gaze, preparing to fly toward the Pristine Palace at the city’s center.

This was once the Holy Palace of the Magic Republic during Witch’s Night, and now it’s the Underworld’s power center, where the Good Sister, the King of the Underworld, typically resides.

"Welcome home, Prime Minister."

Upon reaching the palace entrance, the ghost witch guards respectfully saluted her.

This startled the homebody witch; she had previously never used the main entrance while entering the Underworld, and the good sister would wait for her outside, so she hadn’t experienced this scene. As she faced the guards’ fervent gazes, she felt slightly uneasy.

Soon, melodious bells rang out, echoing from the Iron Cathedral opposite the Holy Palace.

"Holy... strike the Holy Hammer three times, mechanical ascension, praise the Master of All Machines..."

Their orderly and loud prayers echoed throughout the Underworld, causing the witch souls oblivious to the situation to be somewhat perplexed.

What’s going on, the Sacred Bell suddenly sounded, and it’s not even a holiday today?

Dorothy: "...."

Feeling the nearly overwhelming surge of terrifying willpower, the homebody witch slipped away, walking inside the Holy Palace under the fanatic gazes of the guards.

Come on, I’m just here to ask a question, there’s no need for such a big scene, okay.

.... King of the Underworld visiting the palace ....