Angelite casually opened the medal case. Inside lay a medal made of Witch Gold and a trace amount of mithril, its surroundings engraved with spell formulas and truly challenging craftsmanship.
"[Extra Equipment Spell Formula Technique]. Even I spent five or six days figuring out a spell formula like this."
Angelite took out the medal, looking rather proud.
But what she was proud of was not the medal's significance. Angelite had never cared about such things; if she did, she would probably have to wear two tons of medals every time she attended a formal event.
Thus, she was proud of her alchemy and forging skills.
After toying with it for a moment, Angelite tossed the medal to Jiang Han.
Jiang Han caught her second medal in a flurry, one a little heavier and more exquisitely crafted than the last.
"Meow-ao!"
Shiny medals delighted cats. After accepting it, Jiang Han shot Angelite an aggrieved glare.
"What if you broke it!"
"Even if a Giant Cat danced flamenco on that medal, it probably wouldn't break."
Angelite put the medal case away, wrapped herself back up in that fluffy bathrobe, yawned, and returned to the sofa. At the same time, she waved her hand, signaling, 'You cat should leave.'
Jiang Han had no intention of going back like this!
She glared at Angelite and shook the gleaming medal.
"You didn't even introduce it. Is that how you treat a meritorious subject?"
"..."
Angelite rolled her eyes.
"Sister, if you count as a meritorious subject, then I've already saved the world a hundred times. Oh, that's putting it mildly—I've saved the world at least five hundred times. Most mysterious paranormal incidents, so long as their impact factor reaches 1.05 or above, call in Great Witches to deal with them. Fifty percent of that work