Eileen held a golden Cat Cup brimming with coffee, waiting in the lounge for her sisters to arrive with an easy, contented air.
"I like waiting," she thought.
"Waiting is one of the finest things in life. Waiting means hope and a future; it means there is a way to solve some thorny problem."
She yawned. These past few days, she had been playing Marite Racing and Alice Shoots with the younger witches.
For an "elderly" witch like her, it was somewhat stressful.
The Touring Castle's sudden arrival also forced her to question Don Alice's intentions. That witch was utterly sly.
"She is seeking some form of political support—support gained while she has no dealings with Angelite."
Eileen swirled her Cat Cup, feeling the sleep-inducing warmth, and yawned again.
She did not reject supporting Alice, nor did she reject supporting Angelite.
The times were advancing.
"If a top-tier witch still has not learned to place bets on both sides by now, she will end up like Lin Zhaojun."
She thought that if Lin Zhaojun had been willing to cooperate with Lilith back then, she would not still be stuck at A3 today. A3 was difficult, but not that difficult.
"Kraken does not really want to keep shouldering the duties of a Great Witch either. Naturally—there are the examples of me, Angelite, and Ovi. Even Agatha no longer wants to remain the perennial runner-up after ten thousand years."
Still, the status of a Great Witch was a good thing. With that status, at the very least, no one could choke you by the throat when you built your own faction.
"..."
Waiting was Eileen's aesthetic. She decided not to involve herself in the tug-of-war of witch politics for the time being, especially while Angelite was in a [The World Is My