Pour the wick core into a cup of drink, and once you drank it, you could become a Cat Lamp Witch.
Jiang Han had made do with ordinary water back then, but Xiya had gone home and brought back a bottle of liquor she had preserved for a long time. Apparently, this was called "a sense of ritual."
Tsk, how particular... Jiang Han grumbled to herself, steadying the maid ribbon on her head with one hand before lifting her skirt with both hands and spinning gracefully in a circle.
"Return, return to me, my invisible maids."
She recited the ritual incantation in sung Old English. Incidentally, the word "maid" had to be read in French in this ritual spell. Whatever mood its inventor had been in when they designed it that way, Jiang Han felt that was some old-school French slander.
Sheets of blue, translucent slime-like creatures surged out of the air. They gathered into the shapes of maids and used brooms to clear the ashes throughout the alchemy room.
Jiang Han stood there with her arms folded, watching.
"I could have summoned the Cat Lamps to clean up, but Histeria needs to complete her Cat Lamp transformation ritual here... It's not as though it needs to be kept secret from the meow-ows, but cats have no sense of secrecy at all. You can tell just from how Ovi's top-secret spy uses a typewriter right in front of people. Cat Lamps have absolutely no awareness of confidentiality... If word gets out about Cat Lamp Witches, I'll be the one in trouble." As she thought, she repaired the alchemy room's blinds with magic.
At the same time, she used her tail to poke away several Cat Lamps clinging to the windowsill and peering curiously inside.
Histeria lightly curled her black hair