Anjie Cavera was not here. This was what Lady Chen Anjie—another incarnation of Angelite, an eight-foot-tall incarnation—said.
As Angelite's representative incarnation in Asia, she received Jiang Han in Sovereign Palace's fifth reception room.
"Big Sister Cavera is an incarnation dearly loved and relied upon by Miss."
Chen Anjie brewed tea with exquisite skill, her enormous body not seeming bloated or sluggish in the slightest.
Fresh hot tea poured from the pot as she served it. "Miss instructed that if any of her friends came looking for her, they were to be treated with this tea—a tea that lets a Sea Siren go an entire day without the trouble of rehydrating."
"Thank you. This is far too courteous," Jiang Han hurriedly said.
"I truly am sorry. It's rare for you to come all this way, but neither of the people you came looking for is here."
Chen Anjie sighed. "Though it isn't something that can't be revealed. Miss took Big Sister Cavera to attend a Mars conference. She said they were going to dig a canal between Mars and Earth."
"..."
Witches were the rare sort whose train of thought went off the rails. They already possessed exceedingly convenient space-station technology—Sky Islands—but at heart, they still retained a fondness for so-called "empires on vast map plates": undertaking staggering, unbelievable infrastructure projects. Thus, the notion of digging a canal all the way over there was not unheard of, nor was it strange.
Jiang Han sipped her tea and looked at Chen Anjie, muttering inwardly, How does that wildly imaginative Angelite have an incarnation who looks this dependable?
An incarnation Angelite had fashioned with Eastern bloodline, one governing the attributes of [anecdotes, strange tales, records of the uncanny], Chen Anjie possessed a uniquely Eastern air of mystery—intellectual and refined. Even with a face