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A cozy little private room, a cradle swing chair that made witches nostalgic, a two-tier cake stand wafting an enticing fragrance, and freshly brewed barley tea giving off a rich wheaty aroma.

Jiang Han cradled the steaming barley tea in her hands, the cat ears atop her head twitching now and then. Her tail swayed behind her shoulder as well, its tip seemingly interested in the tea; every so often, it wriggled as if wanting to poke at it, only to be restrained by her willpower.

Chen Ligu wore a typical black skintight combat suit, its graceful curves concealed beneath a witch's robe. Without a witch hat pressing it down, her long black hair looked rather tousled. Holding a spoon in her left hand, she slowly poured brown sugar into the barley tea and stirred it gently.

"So you aren't actually a Sea Siren witch? Or did you turn out like this because of some magical ritual?" Chen Ligu watched Jiang Han's cat tail.

Chen Ligu's expression was usually rather calm, giving her the air of a little adult. But as she looked at the cat tail, there was an indescribable fondness in her eyes.

"I am a Sea Siren witch. This is just an accident from a ritual spell." Jiang Han's tail lowered and curled around her waist and left calf, its fluffy touch wonderfully pleasant.

Witches really were obsessed with cats...

"I can feel that your magic has improved considerably. That's a good thing too. Sometimes, certain secrets can make a witch stronger." Chen Ligu did not dwell on the matter any further.

We witches have seen all kinds of strange things! Even if you pulled out a lightsaber made by Eileen today and shouted, 'May the Force be with me,' witches would seriously consider whether you were