She Gave Her Too Much

That was especially true now that the Exorcist at the furnace had suddenly died.

But...

The Tower: "She shouldn't be too hard to talk to. In fact, she'd probably be glad if everyone went to see her. After all, that woman spends every day surrounded by the things she's invented."

The Tower: "She's a hopeless research maniac."

You're one to talk...

The group looked at the Cards in their hands and grumbled.

They were all researchers, and they all enjoyed research.

But if you asked who in the manor was most devoted to research, it was definitely Lan Qingyou, the Witch of the Tower.

And now she was talking about someone else like that...

She really had no self-awareness at all.

The High Priestess: "Then why don't you ask her? See if she's interested in working with us. You're both witches, so you should know each other pretty well, right?"

Death: "I smell something."

The Moon: "What do you smell?"

Death: "The scent of two people becoming friends after a fight."

The Star: "Oh... You mean the two of them might become close friends later?"

Death: "Otherwise, there's no explaining the Portal."

That was true.

The Portal wasn't an especially powerful spell, but there was no denying it was the White Witch's signature technique.

There was no way she'd share a spell that convenient to everyone unless the two of them had gotten close.

The High Priestess: "And cellular technology. That should be one of the White Witch's specialties too, right?"

Vivian, who had previously worked with Lan Qingyou on the Mirage System, chimed in with another jab.

The Tower: "But what if I traded something valuable for it?"

The Moon: "I can't see anything the Black Witch has that the White Witch would want."

The Star: "Exactly. Think about