Thus Spoke Eileen

A faint thread of mana projected from the sword hilt on the ground.

That thread of mana slowly spread through the air, slowly taking shape, while Eve Harkins merely watched in silence.

A moment later, a weak but spirited Eileen emerged from the air.

With a wave of the First Witch's hand, the World Tree Light Sword's hilt sprang up from the ground and landed in her grasp.

Jiang Han immediately felt much more at ease. She touched the charred slash mark on her tail, rubbed the cat ear that had nearly been sheared off by a single stroke, then finally felt her ribs.

Eve Harkins possessed astonishingly rich combat experience. She was not a witch who loved boasting about her record, but anyone familiar with witch history would discover that she was among the very few witches who had never missed a major war. Proud and haughty, she was knocked down every single time, yet the next time, she would still charge at her opponent filled with pride and fury.

...For a little witch, she was simply the worst possible opponent—practically the living embodiment of "fucking witch dreams"... Feeling the wounds on her body, Jiang Han could only give a bitter smile.

She consoled herself.

This was still better than the results of sparring with Vera.

If Eve Harkins was merely the sort of witch who seriously bullied the weak, then the Longsleep Meows of Olivia's faction were the kind who not only did it seriously, but studied the techniques of bullying the weak and pursued an efficiency of "harder, heavier, faster."

Only the later super-evolved omniscient and omnipotent Anjie might possibly know why those Meows' little heads were full of vicious, festering plans for bullying the weak.

While Jiang Han's thoughts wandered in relief, Eileen flexed her wrist