Angelite was riding in a cargo container carried by a Cat Spider for the first time. She stretched out her long legs, one hand gripping the diagonally placed Sovereign Scepter.
Her expression was curious and profound.
"A very interesting variant. After being berserked, it seems the formula was slightly improved to make them docile enough to reach the level of 'being able to carry objects'? Very interesting. This genetic splicing, and the clever use of hormonal stimulation on Cat Spiders—it looks like Histeria's handiwork."
Being friends with Angelite was like being a land-dweller and becoming friends with Sherlock Holmes.
This kind of bastard would draw all sorts of conclusions from her observations that felt like [a minor spoiler, but not quite fully spoiled].
Of course, Angelite was even more outrageous.
She was like an already-grown Grindelwald or Dumbledore mixed in among first-years... You're so damn amazing, so why are you still hanging around with first-years? Are you trying to follow the trio around for plot and screen time?
Jiang Han puffed out her lips, nimbly untied the straps of her round-toed dress shoes, stretched out a foot wrapped in pale cyan-white tights, and kicked Angelite's long-legged knee.
"Heave-ho."
"..."
Angelite, having been kicked, blinked in confusion.
"Oh, I understand."
"What you understand may not be what I want you to understand, so you'd better say what you think you understand I mean, to avoid misunderstandings."
Jiang Han had picked up a couple of tricks from Ms. Davlin, Big Eileen's faithful servant—self-proclaimed—as well as Ms. Melissa, Angelite's faithful servant—also self-proclaimed. As singers, the two had even taught Jiang Han some standard [administrative officer rap]. In other words, in order to prevent one's superior from forming incorrect and absolutely unacceptable misconceptions about the scope of 'this administrative officer's' abilities, everything had to