Two nights later came the Cat Lamp Appreciation Festival, held nine times a year.
This festival commemorated the household cat lamp ranch policy established by the Long Sleep Witch. The policy allowed witches who could not afford school—tuition on the European Continent was crushingly expensive—to attend by "raising cat lamps to earn Long Sleep Witch Foundation scholarships." It could be called a benevolent policy that had benefited the people back then.
Of course, due to the Sleeping Cat Lamps' split-personality problem, the festival ended up having nine different dates. After all... if they only thanked Olivia herself, the other eight Sleeping Cat Lamps would be unhappy; but if they thanked the second Sleeping Cat Lamp, it would be like opening Catdora's box, with even more cats suddenly crawling out from inside!
Left with no choice, they designated August 15th, along with the following eight days stolen from December, as the nine-day Cat Lamp Appreciation Festival.
The vast Witch Market also hosted all manner of events and sold unique goods.
The profiteering witches had all planned to sell off their precious cat lamps today!
"Meow-ow, meow-ow!"
Jiang Han had the cat-lamp forms of Vera Lamp, Sha'er Lamp, Carla Lamp, and Ovi Lamp perched atop her head. Four large Sleeping Cat Lamps were stacked there, nearly as tall as she was.
"Jiang Han, do you really not need me to carry one? Or two?"
Angelite asked.
The Final Witch had rarely gone out today. She wore a low-key, brilliant crimson gown (what part of that was low-key?), with enormous fluorescent-blue peonies sewn onto it (what part of that was low-key?). On her head sat a bewitching little red hat with a veil, and she wore high heels that made her figure impossibly conspicuous.
At the same time, she carried a