South City Witch Agency, reception room.
This was Jiang Han's first time coming to a key site explicitly designated as a "Witch Agency." This base had been built within a demiplane, and she had no idea where its entrance was. Within the demiplane stood picturesque residences and plains, as well as ring-shaped skyscrapers that served as the Witch Agency's offices.
Mysterious witches moved through the place, their eyes covered with black gauze that guided their way.
Only by wearing the designated gauze could one travel through the Witch Agency.
Witches of every clearance level performed their respective duties. After serving the Witch Agency for two months, they rotated into the Witch Association to receive new assignments, thereby ensuring both the Witch Agency's secrecy and its control over Witch Associations around the world.
Since Jiang Han was neither a member of the Witch Association nor a member of the Witch Agency, she needed a witch with the appropriate clearance to blindfold her with a thick eye-covering cloth and fasten three sensory-sealing hair rings into her hair whenever she entered or left. Once clasped onto her hair, they took effect.
She leaned against the window, watching the surroundings outside.
Only the process of entering needed to be kept secret; the demiplane itself and the Witch Agency buildings did not.
"Angelite, why do you think the Witch Agency is so guarded about keeping its entrances and exits secret?" Jiang Han asked, turning her head.
The Final Witch sat in a corner of the reception room, dressed in a blue robe covered in red stars. She was Jiang Han's guarantor.
Yet interestingly enough, Angelite herself was neither a confidentiality officer nor a member of the Witch Agency. It was clear that even the Witch Agency, with its strict demands for rules and regulations, could