Jiang Han invited Cat Doyastin to accompany her as she inspected the witches' preparations.
If you wanted a giant cat as a companion, you absolutely could not be too straightforward. You had to slowly guide them into becoming curious.
Doubt gave rise to curiosity, curiosity gave rise to questions, and questions bred admiration... Once there was admiration, even asking to borrow their cat tail as a pillow for the night was not out of the question. Jiang Han had invited her with precisely that intention. At this, the battle-hardened giant cat in humanoid form—her hair snowy white, her skin porcelain-pale and tender as a girl in her prime—let out a delighted sound:
"I can come along? Ehehe, I'm quite curious about how you long-lived magic-users prepare."
Her accent was not heavy, nor was her voice soft and syrupy, but she naturally drew out her words with a faintly coquettish air.
"Please follow me. I suppose you don't often see witches or great witches?"
Jiang Han nodded, signaling Li Li beside her to tell the witches to prepare for departure. Great witches could naturally get everything done in an hour, but witches needed a full day to make ready, including preparing spellbooks and the like.
"Not often. I spent more than half my life in Lorfa, the Coral Sea plane you speak of—the plane famous for producing legendary monsters. I also lived for a time in Cat Tars, the Mount Celestia plane the great witches speak of. As for the story of Storm Giant Cats and Mount Celestia, see earlier chapters. Finally, Cat Tarlin... Cat World. I lived a little to the west of that mysterious golden-furred giant cat."
Cat Doyastin looked at the Cat Dollfolk who had followed along and spoke softly. She was quite friendly, allowing them to climb