Jiang Han quietly shrank back a little.
But when she saw Histeria's black-polished claw pointing right at her, she bashfully flicked her tail and sat properly.
So she'd been found out after all—that I'm a Cat Lamp Witch... But thinking about it, that was only natural. The profession Histeria used was the Fisherwoman, a lower-tier substitute profession for a Cat Lamp Witch. Maybe it gave her quite a bit of sensitivity toward Cat Lamp Witches too. And living together day and night, there were bound to be moments when I let something slip... Like when I was slacking off... Jiang Han lifted her chin.
When she saw Olivia turn her gaze toward her, she hurriedly turned her head away, looking as if to say, "This has nothing to do with me."
"Look at me." Olivia's languid, mature voice carried an imperious force that brooked no refusal.
Jiang Han turned her head back with some apprehension. But when she saw no reproach in Olivia's eyes, she immediately grew a little aggrieved instead, puffing out her cheeks.
Sensing the shift in Jiang Han's attitude, Olivia laughed despite herself and scolded her, "You idiot."
I'm not stupid, just a little lazy! Jiang Han recalled how she often used a Cat Lamp's floating ability to slack off, and how she cast spells with her tail. Ordinary Fisherwomen might not notice, but a witch of Xiya's caliber, once she became suspicious, could easily catch a lazy Cat Lamp Witch in the act.
"Didn't you want me aboard your ship? Didn't you want me to protect it? Olivia, money alone can't buy loyalty—at least, not the kind of loyalty I understand. Do you know how modern witches get a witch stronger than themselves to serve them?" Xiya rose to her feet, her presence overwhelmingly forceful.
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