Lightsaber Exchange

"Xiya, are we just going to stand around and wait here?" Jiang Han whispered as she secretly stuffed a pastry into her mouth.

Histeria glanced at her, silently ate another egg tart, then put on a cute smile and said, "Of course not. Some witches from smaller circles will be coming in first soon. We can go play with them."

Witch social circles were divided into large circles and small circles as well.

They were like major clubs and minor clubs, each with its own sense of etiquette. The more prestigious the club, the later it would arrive. Of course, the latest they could be was five minutes late. This convention dated back to the foremost great witch before Olivia.

Hearing that she would not have to wait around doing nothing, Jiang Han finally let out a relieved breath and took a sip of the guava juice provided at the banquet.

"By the way, are you not allowed to carry pocket spaces at formal witch social gatherings?" Jiang Han once again complained about witch customs.

Histeria tapped her lips, tilted her head, then smiled.

"Because it's dangerous."

"Not carrying weapons is dangerous too." Jiang Han did not use landfolk as an example, but she trusted that Xiya knew what she meant.

There had been incidents in witch history where witches without wands had been targeted by other witches using the smashing of a cup as a signal.

As they spoke, her paw accidentally brushed the back of Histeria's hand.

"Ah, sorry—" Jiang Han instinctively apologized. Cat paws were rather sharp, and when she scratched someone by accident, it was even harder to hold back her strength.

But Xiya turned her hand over and took hold of Jiang Han's paw as though nothing had happened.

"As long as a witch has