"Are you staying here again today?"
"Yes. Sorry for the trouble."
"Not at all. Just let us know if you need anything."
This exchange between Ye Keshu and Angelite was unexpectedly harmonious.
There was neither condescension nor fawning flattery.
Rather, it was simply how things normally went when "a daughter's female classmate came over to stay the night"—there was no ingratiating behavior because of the classmate's identity, nor did the classmate give off any air of looking down on others. The harmony surprised Jiang Han, and it was also one of the things about witches she found difficult to understand.
Flattering one's superiors was practically something every witch did.
Yet once work was over, they immediately adopted an attitude of "she's a witch, and so am I." It was as if a stark dividing line separated "work/job" from "off-duty/life." Even Angelite did not think herself above others...
By "above others," this meant something like "I have surpassed humanity," not "as expected, I'm irresistibly cute and invincible."
Angelite at work was absolutely nowhere near as easygoing as she was in everyday life.
"Tyrant"—if there were a word to describe this woman, it fit her perfectly.
Having decided to stay another night, Angelite said politely:
"Please prepare a Burrow Bed filled with water pillows and fitted with a water mattress. Sorry for the trouble. Perhaps searching for inspiration amid the waves will be nice."
Really?
Jiang Han suspected this was just an excuse for Angelite to enjoy a waterbed that bounced her back up no matter how she rolled around. Puffing out her cheeks, she said:
"Oh dear, that's going to be such a hassle. I'll have to take the water mattress back to the furniture Cat Lamps for modifications."
"Hey, meow-ow, just agree to it."
Carla chimed in from the