At last, the pot of coffee was finished, and its vulgar, overpowering aroma gradually faded from the air.
"You actually have bottled cola here! And it's chilled? I definitely need a glass!"
Yet before Kuonji Alice's racing heart could settle even slightly, her unscrupulous superior, rummaging through the open refrigerator, happily pulled out most of a bottle of black liquid from behind the door. He skillfully twisted off the cap, glanced down at the coffee-stained cups and pot on the table, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to further desecrate that exquisite set of porcelain.
Because he chose to pick out another clean set from the cabinet beside the tea set...
Stop it, damn it!
Kuonji Alice nearly wept. This spiritual defilement filled her with anguish and indignation.
But because she was poor at socializing and had received orders from the two supreme Witches, she could only force down her frustration and kill the bastard before her in a thousand different ways in her mind.
Still, as she vented through spiritual self-consolation, the questions piling up in Kuonji Alice's mind also surged forth.
Strange. Why did my house have vulgar things like coffee beans, and trashy drinks like cola?
In a daze, the Witch recalled a certain best friend and disciple sneaking into the house last night with a bulging backpack slung over her shoulders. Her silver teeth began to grind.
Aoko, hadn't I warned you not to bring any drinks other than black tea into my house?
Damn it. I'll remember this grudge!
And last time, you went to eat conveyor-belt sushi downtown, but what you brought home for me was convenience store boxed food, and the cheapest kind at that! Unforgivable!
Having classified the two of them together, Kuonji Alice sorrowfully and indignantly wrote down the two