Chen Ligu brought over the documents, the ones bearing Eileen's signature and red seal. She also fetched fine quill pens, writing brushes, and Dragon Blood Ink:
"Please sign here."
"Mm..."
Eleanor looked deeply unwilling, but she still puffed out her cheeks, stepped forward, rose onto her toes, and began signing.
Jiang Han guessed that, since Eleanor's full name had something like over a hundred and twenty letters, she simply hated having to sign it in full.
—Among the amusing anecdotes about Great Witches, Eleanor hated signing her full name even more than Loya did.
Competitions like this required full names. Witches believed full names possessed unfathomable power.
But as always, the witches had the final say. The will of the world had always considered one's "first official name" to be the "true name/full name," while witches believed that "the name a witch personally acknowledged and recorded with the Witch Agency" was her true name or full name. Even if a witch changed her name to Grilled Eel, then "Grilled Eel" ought to be her true name.
And, as usual, the witches won in the end. As for the will of the world needing witches to guide it onto the proper path, both Anjie and Eileen were more than happy to help.
"Could I switch to a fountain pen?"
Jiang Han asked, puffing out her cheeks a little.
She was unused to the quill pens favored by European witches, and equally unused to the writing brushes Asian witches liked. She preferred modern mass-produced fountain pens. Though, to be honest, she was not especially accustomed to fountain pens either—but they were still far better than the other two.
"A modern witch, huh?"
Chen Ligu chuckled, nudged up the little yellow hat on her head, and swapped Jiang Han's pen for a fountain