She opened the skewed zipper of her backpack and took out a whip-shaped magic wand.
Holding the handle of the magic wand, in less than an instant, her body emerged from a dim cocoon of light, transforming into the appearance of the Sloth Witch—dark beret, eyeliner flicking upwards at the corners, folded bat-like wings behind her back, dark purple long dress.
Immediately afterwards, the Sloth Witch reached out to grab the dark-colored letter floating in mid-air.
Then, just like last time, a majestic beam of light suddenly descended from the tower in the sky, wrapping her body seamlessly.
The Sloth Witch closed her eyelids, letting her body be immersed in the waterfall-like warm current.
The moment she opened her eyes again, she had arrived at that meeting room designated for witches.
However, today was different from usual. The classic long table's seats were not filled with those oddly styled dolls; there was only Witch Black Rose sitting there silently.
