Hunting, fishing, cat golf. With Angelite's help, the Alliance Cup banquet finally concluded without any mishaps. A successful banquet like this would greatly raise the Witch Agency's local prestige, and one witch after another happily took their leave.
Some had also arranged an "after-party." A popular ghost witch like Histeria naturally had no shortage of invitations.
After turning down a few invitations, she turned and moved closer to Jiang Han.
"No plans for an after-party?" Xiya asked tactfully, brushing back her hair. "You didn't seem to dance with many people just now, nor were you particularly enthusiastic, but you were well-liked. Duke Dulsong was already asking me about you in private."
There were fewer successful witches with Xiya's sort of style. Most were the Angelite type: courteous, domineering CEOs.
Jiang Han was not particularly surprised. A witch with over a hundred thousand magic power was already enough to become "prey."
In the romantic sense.
That was why girls had to learn to protect themselves when they went out... After thinking it over, Jiang Han said:
"Then Xiya, you surely thanked her for her kind regard on my behalf?"
"She asked in private. And so did Baroness Clara—the redhead with the narrow eyes, remember her?" Xiya emphasized. "She was probably your third or fourth dance partner."
Jiang Han's first dance had been with her master, the second with A Lin, and the third with Lilith... Don't ask why! When dancing, you had to pick witches about the same height as yourself! So what if short witches stuck together?
As for the fourth dance...
Jiang Han remembered at once.
"The one who almost stepped on my cat tail!?"
Her voice rose a little too high. Xiya hurriedly grabbed hold of her and apologized to the nearby guests.
The witches beside them merely