Three fifty in the afternoon was an ungodly hour for witches.
When they stayed up late, they generally kept going until ten-thirty in the morning before sleeping.
And when they got up early, they generally rose at eleven or twelve in the morning.
Two fifty was too far from waking early and too close to staying up late for witches. It was not a good time.
But Eileen's Underworld Cup opening ceremony had been scheduled for precisely then.
So underworld!
People streamed through the venue. It used a box-seat opera house style: the higher up you went, the farther back you were. Yet the spacious, brightly lit wooden corridors descending from above, along with the Cat Lamp conveyor belts running atop the railings, made the place less solemn and less elegant, adding a few more down-to-earth touches and an Eastern Isles flair. As everyone knew, Eastern Isles style loved wooden walkways and long wooden corridors.
Thanks to Big Boss Cat's exalted status, Olivia had the topmost box seats, and there were even witches serving an endless stream of pre-show snacks.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Flames burst from a tiny magical stove, melting and charring layers upon layers of solid honeycomb, sending wafts of fragrance into the air as they dripped over the ice cream.
A tall, beautiful witch pan-fried the ice cream while continuously adding cream.
With a showy flourish, she sprinkled caramel over it, drawing...
A chibi caramel flower of elementary-schooler Jiang Han, who was cheering, clapping both hands, and looking cuter than cute could possibly be.
"Fine dessert for a fine witch, dear Sangluoruika."
The dashing witch presented the ice cream.
Jiang Han clapped.
Olivia yawned, swished her tail, and gave a dissatisfied hum, shaking her cheeks. With one flick, her tail struck Lin Zhaojun across the waist and