Alliance Cup Banquet

It was exactly ten o'clock on the evening of the 28th.

Outside the Chicken Stop Plaza at the entrance to the banquet Sky Island, Number 19 on Snow Phoebe Lake's inner ring, countless cheap and expensive Griffin Carriages pulled in. One vintage horse-carriage-shaped vehicle stopped in a Chicken Stop space marked "Invited List," and its doors were pulled open by two adorably bumbling panda witches.

First, a foot in crystal high heels stepped onto the ground. Wearing an evening gown, Jiang Han stumbled rashly out of the carriage, so unused to the shoes that she nearly twisted her ankle, only to be caught by the panda witch beside her.

Her cat ears stood upright, her tail lashed wildly, and with puffed cheeks she muttered under her breath about petty bourgeoisie, high heels being oppression against women, and how cats had no need for high-difficulty boots.

The other panda witch chewed on a chocolate snack and said with a chuckle, "Hang in there, good comrade. By the European standard, you only need to suffer for another two hours. Once the entertainment portion starts, you can change your shoes."

As panda witches tempered by countless trials, their advice was generally reliable.

Eastern witches' banquets usually began with entertainment right from the start. Everyone would whoosh off on brooms for a little hunt, then whoosh back for a good meal, and only afterward curl up comfortably on sofas to discuss serious matters. Western witches, on the other hand, were mostly formalistic and weak beyond belief! Wouldn't the banquet end with everyone "whooshing off for a little hunt" anyway?

Having fun together was what truly ought to exist... Relying on her sense of balance, Jiang Han barely adapted to heels one level higher than what she normally wore. Her calves were drawn taut, the