Dorothy looked at the senior in front of her, who looked as if she'd seen a ghost, with a stern face.
Although it seemed she had the upper hand at the moment, her heart was filled with lingering fear, calling it sheer luck.
"That was close, good thing I was smart and cautious enough, or I would have left evidence behind."
She really admired the dedication of these Big-mouthed Crows. Normally, anyone seeing the formation of the Revelation Battle Group would stay as far away as possible, right? How could someone be so unafraid of death to rush forward so recklessly?
Moreover, if one were to sneak a peek covertly, that would be one thing, but to boldly livestream it openly, as if afraid others wouldn't notice—it's simply unbelievable.
But the other party was indeed an example of the brave behavior that comes with great skill, for she really hid well, so much so that even a Peak Witch like Vice Admiral Miss Maria below didn't notice her presence.
If it weren't for her reliable inspiration, which allowed her to keenly spot that slight sense of discord and thereby become alert enough to capture this "war correspondent" lady in time, her subsequent actions might have taken place right under the eyes of millions in that livestreaming Magic Network room.
And the Witch's Akarin Technique is most afraid of these camera-related things, since this magic works by erasing one's presence to achieve the effect of invisibility, not a traditional optical invisibility technique.
This magic's target is only those with thoughts, like people or animals, so for the tracking by cameras or similar non-living things, it doesn't work effectively.
Although during the time she maintains the spell, observers in the livestream are subconsciously influenced by the spell and will directly ignore her existence,
Dorothy certainly cannot maintain the Akarin Technique indefinitely. Once she cancels the spell, her figure captured in previous images or videos would be entirely exposed.
Lest when they look back, oh boy, the distinguished Lord Clown, Grand Inquisitor of the Judgment Court, blatantly violated the heaven's Judgment Order, secretly harboring criminals, doing nothing as the wanted Sophia summoned Centaurs to seize the God King Cathedral, and instead watched the whole time....
Hmm, if it really came to that, the situation would be quite amusing indeed, under such irrefutable evidence, even Mother Dragon would find it impossible to shield her.
"Honestly, when did you arrive?"
The homebody witch asked coldly.
She needed to know when this campus gossip head arrived and how much she had seen.
"Well, Your Excellency, Grand Inquisitor, I just got here, really just arrived a moment ago. I haven't even had time to set up the equipment properly, right?"
Seeing that she had been caught again, Wenwen knew she was truly in trouble this time.
This Clown Grand Inquisitor not only possessed a powerful ability to see through her Mirror Flower, Water Moon Art but could even easily outrun herself, who had the benefit of her grandmother's Flying Shoes, making her usually impressive speed seem like a joke, leaving her with no option but to surrender.
As for resisting, Wenwen never dared to entertain such ideas, knowing attacking a Grand Inquisitor was a severe crime, and even ignoring the crime aspect, she couldn't win anyway.
Due to her special job, Wenwen knew many secrets unknown to little witches, even some mysterious ones about the Judgment Court, like the strength standards for Grand Inquisitors.
To become a Grand Inquisitor, the minimum threshold was to be a top-level Great Witch, and even then, the old bosses among the 108 Grand Inquisitors were Peak Witches.
And herself, a mere student not even a Great Witch yet, how could she possibly resist?
Let alone the identity of this Clown Grand Inquisitor....
Looking at the imposing figure before her, seemingly contemplating whether or not to silence her, Wenwen directly handed over the livestream camera equipment.
Then, furtively glancing around, she set up various professional anti-snooping and anti-eavesdropping barriers, ensuring what followed wouldn't be discovered, before her knees gave way and she knelt midair.
"Holy Pope, Prime Minister, Miss, please don't act, I'm on your side."
The Wind God Girl shamelessly held onto the leg of the black-robed figure before her, crying out in such a manner.
Hmm, she originally intended to feign hardship, but upon hugging the leg, Wenwen suddenly paused, and found it difficult to let go.
Goodness, this leg feels incredible, are there really such wonderful legs in this world?
Unfortunately, the next second, she was kicked away by the beautifully legged figure, and a cold shoe sole stepped directly on her face.
"How did you find out?"
Suddenly called by her true identity, the homebody witch was shocked. In a moment of excitement, she couldn't control her strength, and inevitably went heavy-handed. However, in the next moment, upon seeing the face beneath her foot showing an expression of "knew it," she furrowed her brow and ground her sole slightly into the person's face.
"Senior Wenwen, you indeed have quite the guts to dare trick me ."
Dorothy realized she must have fallen for a ploy. This head of the Big-mouthed Crows couldn't have been completely certain of her identity; the previous words were likely just a probe, and she should have remained calmer, rather than behaving so overreactive.