"South City Weekly: The Eileen Cup tournament, to be held in Youweixian Province in Japan from late 1996 to early 1997, is currently being prepared in full swing. It is said that Eileen has invested nearly 250 million in developing all of Youweixian Province. To some extent, this is already an act of carving out her own territory..."
Jiang Han set down the newspaper and took a sip of coffee.
Although the witches at home had emerged as the absolute victors in this world and had pushed into the enemy's homeland before even eight full years of war had passed, their hatred toward Japan was not all that deep. Still, the other side had struck first, and had done so with an attitude of, "We reckon we can win," which left the domestic witches thoroughly displeased.
That displeasure showed up in the newspapers as well. Every article dripped with veiled mockery.
"You really aren't going, Sophia?"
She asked again.
Sophia turned her head, pursed her lips, and looked thoroughly unwilling. After hesitating for a moment, though, she lightly tapped her game controller with a finger and drawled, "Looks like it's still not possible, because you know how us Ghost Witches are..."
Ghost Witches loved sticking together.
Everyone knew that.
No matter how old they had been before, Ghost Witches always ranked one another as sisters according to the year they became Ghost Witches. For instance, although Histeria had, in principle, lived for more than a million years, among the Ghost Witches she was Dinesha's elder sister—while also being something like the niece of the Great Ghost lineage.
Mysterious.
Still, it had to be said that this way of sorting them was rather entertaining.
Sophia was certainly a powerful and experienced witch. But she was young.
And being young naturally meant