Cat Lamp Camp

"...Things are going pretty well. I casually killed a few servant soldiers."

"...Help me check on the cat lamps at home more often. Don't let them tear the house apart!"

"...If the Flame Demon potion I mixed for Cleya runs out, there's a spare box on the bookshelf in my room."

"..."

After Jiang Han finished writing the letter, she gave the dragonhide paper a shake. Once magic activated it, the dragonhide paper turned into an origami dragon. It let out a soft "grah-roar," flapped its wings, and vanished with a whoosh before her eyes.

My family should receive my letter in ten minutes or so!

Sigh, I kind of want to pet Longsleep Meow... I feel like I'm about to have withdrawal symptoms... Jiang Han tucked the dragon-blood ink pen into her portable space, hugged her knees, and burbled away in the massage pool. Her fatigue gradually melted away, leaving her pleasantly numb, as if she were catching an extra round of sleep.

Splash.

The cat witch beside her stood up, sending water flying everywhere. Her nimble black cat tail also smacked the water's surface.

There was no need to worry about cat witches shedding fur—or, rather, no need to worry about witches shedding at all. As higher lifeforms, they could completely control when to replace their hair and any unimportant body hair through their spinal cords. A witch's entire spine was like a command center, while the spinal cord was the personnel and resources within it.

Jiang Han gave her another glance.

This cat witch wore the one-piece swimsuits witches loved, the kind with a little floral skirt. Together with a huge sunhat—with holes poked in it so her cat ears could stick out and breathe—she was probably a witch who had been trekking across mountains and rivers