Beloved by All

Jiang Han had been so busy watching the other witches listen attentively that she failed to notice Leticia, the coach she had mocked yesterday, was now expertly sizing her up from the corner of her eye. Even Histeria was listening today, unlike yesterday, when she had sneered at Miss Coach.

Leticia was initially a little annoyed, viewing this disobedient little witch with a critical eye.

Miss Coach scrutinized her inwardly:

Look at her—she's not that pretty, is she? Her nose is a little small, her lips a little thin, her brows probably haven't been groomed, and her hair's a bit of a mess. I don't get why so many witches are obsessed with her, adore her, dote on her.

Leticia compared this little witch to the most beautiful woman in her mind: Lady Catherine of Drowned Corpse Singing.

And viewed that way, this little witch named Jiang Han really wasn't much to look at, was she? So many flaws.

At most, she was an imperfect little witch. Her figure was merely average too—she couldn't compare with Histeria at all... Having finished her calm analysis, Leticia gave an inwardly coquettish hmph, her brows lifting slightly of their own accord, though she did not forget to say something baffling:

"...If our tactics succeed, remembering this point will greatly boost our morale."

"And if we fail?" Jiang Han asked softly.

Ha! A brat who knew nothing! A little witch who never thought! A kitten so stupid it was infuriating!

Oh my, you actually know how to ask questions? I thought all you could do was whisper away over there while your coach was explaining tactics... Leticia hated it when people let their minds wander while she was speaking. She had thus decided to show this little witch a little color. With a light