Dorothy sized up the Angel Magistrate disguised as a receptionist in front of her. Seeing that the other party managed to suppress their anger instead of lashing out, she felt a little disappointed.
Tsk, it seems that among the witches who managed to climb to the position of Grand Inquisitor, aside from her who got there through connections, they must have some real skills. At the very least, they possess basic discernment and won't bite anyone like a mad dog.
Thus, the homebody witch was left with no choice but to reluctantly disperse the prepared "Time Stop" magic. She was all set; if this so-called receptionist was truly inexperienced, she was ready to stop time to subdue the opponent, gaining a moral high ground from which she planned to negotiate with the so-called Grand Angel Judge.
Unfortunately, the plan was beautiful, but reality was harsh. The opponent didn't give her any opportunity.
"Damn, Fairy King, your taunts are becoming increasingly ineffective."
