Good, Luck, Come

"Meow Yi Ao..." Jiang Han drawled in a sugary voice so cloying even she found it nauseating.

The corner of Olivia's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. She leaned back and flicked her left hand disdainfully before her chest.

"Get to the point. Don't twist and squirm like a Mist Immortal."

Jiang Han blinked and said with a coquettish smile:

"I heard, I heard that Sleeping Cat Lamps were the prototype for lucky cats. Is that legend true?"

Olivia frowned. Before she could speak, Sha'er said smugly from beside her:

"Of course. Though that is merely a mistaken understanding of us Sleeping Cat Lamps by ignorant mortal Witches. In truth, we simply have good luck. In the past, apart from Eileen, who possessed luck of an equal caliber and successfully ambushed us, even the worst Witch, Losmaris, was struck by a meteorite that suddenly fell from the sky because she tried to ambush us. Little cat, most of the strange artifacts the Sleeping Giant Cats obtain come down to luck as well. What belongs to a cat should be taken by that cat!"

She was just about to boast some more when she caught sight of Olivia's huge eyes glaring fixedly at the disobedient little cat... Her voice gradually dwindled away. In the end, she lowered her head, grabbed her own tail, and, mortified into anger, went toot toot toot on the saxophone.

Olivia withdrew her cat-killing glare, only to find Jiang Han staring at her with sparkling eyes.

"Ha!" Jiang Han hummed happily, gently biting her lower lip as the corners of her mouth curled upward.

Olivia's beautiful starry-black eyes blinked. She drew in a long breath.

Holding her cup, Jiang Han carefully considered her words before asking:

"I heard—um, I've heard that many variant-pattern Cat Lamps grow new tails every