Witch Alliance Championship, Decision

August 23, 1995, 10 p.m.—witches' golden prime-time slot.

With the Nether Festival fast approaching, their desire to spend was running exceptionally high, making advertising slots on TV shopping channels during this period outrageously expensive.

But today, the TV shopping channels showed no sign of doing business at all. Instead, the symbol of the Witch Agency appeared, followed by the current head of the Witch Agency News Bureau. An experienced witch who looked to be in her twenties or thirties but possessed at least forty or fifty years of work experience delivered a news report in the witches' common tongue.

Television channels in different regions displayed different subtitles depending on their selections.

"...After lengthy negotiations, mediation, and final consolidation."

"...The Witch Agency can finally offer all witches a guarantee."

"...The first championship, the Witch Alliance Championship, will be held within the day! Witch citizens worried that high-quality matches would remain suspended can now sleep soundly."

But according to Kraken's translation, it went like this:

"...After a long period of swapping benefits, wrangling, and the Witch Agency bringing out the Great Conference."

"...Those small, large, and mid-sized tournaments that refused to give up hosting matches finally shut the hell up."

"...From now on, the Witch League officially enters the era of the Witch Agency."

...Listening to Kraken's snide translation, Eileen, seated beside her, burst into laughter. The First Witch patted the sofa with a smile.

"Alright. We have to admit that talking with witches unwilling to give up their interests is a frustrating affair, but that is proper communication. I'd like a cup of tea wine."

Jiang Han rolled her eyes at the First Witch, then swished her tail as she went to the wine cellar and reluctantly brought out the alcohol.

She had only been away from home for one day!