After the noon meeting, the Night Watchers would each leave and return to their respective departmental work sites throughout White City.
The Sovereign Palace stood in the innermost and highest ring of White City. The ring directly below it was filled with Night Watcher departments. Some might ask:
With so many witches working here, what exactly did they do?
As Night Watchers, their duties were exceptionally complex, including but not limited to:
[Coordinating international diplomacy], [maintaining network communications], [organizing data on folded spaces], [potion experiments], [issuing dragon invasion warnings]
The workload was vast, but it was not especially busy for those at the top. After all, the Night Watchers' upper ranks only needed to sit in their offices and give orders to resolve all of it. Incidentally, higher rank was not simply a matter of having more magic power.
The creatures with the greatest magic power among the Night Watchers were all concentrated in the Special Operations Teams. They were the true armed forces, the embodiment of the Great Witches' personal military strength.
Each of these battle witches could summon a terrifying number of servant troops. For witches, only those who possessed such vast servant armies could be considered battle witches. Nearly any one of them, dropped into a world with weak armed forces, would be the Burning Legion type.
Angelite herself, meanwhile, would leisurely slack off through her working hours.
"Honestly, you completely fooled me before," Jiang Han remarked.
The three of them were leisurely playing a racing game.
Jiang Han and Jiang Miao had changed out of their uniforms and were lounging on the sofa in loose, chubby sailor outfits. Angelite was dressed much the same, her tail tightly tied to the sofa to keep it from moving around. That fox-carrot swaying unconsciously back and forth was unbearably