"Isn't this the magnificent Bona Ouyasi? Welcome to my dinner party. I hope you have a wonderful time. Your paper was truly excellent..."
Eve Harkins was able to exchange a few words with every Witch who came to the party—even the giant cats.
There was simply nothing to fault in the way she hosted her guests.
Though every movement carried a trace of frailty, it only made her seem all the more radiant and captivating.
Jiang Han had thought the etiquette training at Ghost Castle was some sort of punishment the castle lord devised to torment people, with the Great Ghost serving as the executioner she had hired. But now, that clearly did not seem to be the case.
Eve Harkins simply could do it.
"What a living encyclopedia of etiquette."
Jiang Han muttered, leading Chen Ligu over. The two of them lifted their skirts at the same time and carefully made their way forward. Chen Ligu caught sight of Jiang Han's little paw-feet, clad in round-toed leather shoes, gently swaying through the air.
A hint of surprise rose in Chen Ligu's heart.
It was not that she was surprised this person could float—after all, that was a basic ability of Cat Lamps. What surprised her was that her friend Jiang Han had already degenerated so completely into a kitty that she could not even be bothered to walk anymore.
Maybe one day Jiang Han would evolve into that sickly, languid sort of beauty Eve Harkins had...
She gently raised her head and saw Eve's exquisite, pale little face and her slightly moist, soft lips, so perfectly suited to one's aesthetic tastes. Then she imagined that makeup on Jiang Han.
[So hot I'm going crazy.]
As they approached Eve Harkins, the lord of Ghost Castle turned to look at them