Witch of the Stars

The inside of the witch tower was unexpectedly cramped, with a layout somewhat like a loft, only larger. From the first floor, one could not see the rooms on the upper levels, only structures resembling built-in balconies.

A ring of bookshelves of varying heights lining the walls served as stairs. The rooms on the second, third, and fourth floors all faced enormous windows. From the second floor, one could see the testing grounds outside; the third looked out upon a beautiful underwater scene; from the highest floor, Jiang Han could only vaguely make out what seemed to be a romantic view of the sea.

The reception room for guests was also arranged in a very lived-in fashion, with the feel of a workshop.

Three high-backed sofas stood around a coffee table, upon which sat the usual snack boxes.

An old-style map of the witch world and a star chart rested on a tool rack to one side. Beside them, a small cleared space held a music stand and a violin. Near the stand was a raw wooden wine barrel used to hold a lantern and draft paper.

One of the bookshelf-stairs held no books, but instead formed a small passageway. Inside was a copying room. Some sixty or seventy endless-ink quills floated in midair, automatically transcribing books.

A permanent Copying Spell. It looked simple, but it required advanced alterations from the School of Curses and the Transmutation School, along with several obscure specialties... Jiang Han withdrew her gaze.

"Please wait here for a moment."

The horned rat witch maid who had led her in placed her left leg behind her right and gave a slight curtsy. With both hands, she lifted the sides of her skirt in a skirt-lift salute, then somewhat rashly swished her white furry rat tail as