After finishing her bath, Jiang Han sat on the soft bed in the comfortable room, with the telephone borrowed from Chen Ligu placed before her.
She watched the phone with a tense expression while waving for Afuna and Cleya, who were discussing something beside her, to quiet down.
Though it seemed Sister Han did not possess enough authority to make the little witches obey.
The considerate Cat Carla used her tail to poke the two little witches, reminding them in a cat's way to lower their voices. They complied.
Jiang Han licked her lips and waited for a response.
A moment later, Eileen's voice came from the gramophone-like speaker:
"...You need recordings of my matches. If I heard correctly, that was the request you made, wasn't it?"
Jiang Han swiftly exchanged a glance with Xiya.
She took a breath and said:
"Couldn't you give them to me? Lately, I want to study the various opening moves witches use. My master said it would be good for me."
Eileen did not seem eager to answer the request directly. Instead, she sounded deeply interested in researching it.
The amusement she took in this research—her particular brand of mischievous delight—came through in her sunny, sweet voice:
"...Your master, Histeria, recommended that you study my opening moves? How interesting."
The voice paused.
"...Then I'll give them to you. Have a giant cat come collect them, or send a witch. I'm at No. 0105. The password for the guards is [Gray Goldstone]."
Jiang Han was just about to thank her when Eileen hesitated slightly and added:
"...I watched your match. You fought very well. Whether in your use of tactics or your combinations, you're very talented."
"You watched it?"
Jiang Han was delighted, though a little shy as well.
"I heard you were very busy."