"Meowao, there's a cemetery cat lamp here that can help clean up!"
"Meow, I know cleaning spells too!"
...Listening to the racket downstairs, Jiang Han rubbed her face again.
"I'm not saying this, Olivia, but you're at least a former Chief Great Witch—how can you be tearing the house apart every day?! And these cat lamp banquets, why do you hold them at my house every single time?! Ow... The Cat Lamp Sea tributary we're negotiating with Harkins to open will probably have part of it stored in my basement. Isn't that just giving Olivia and the others another excuse to throw parties here? I'm such an idiot... I should've told Harkins from the start, 'My house doesn't need a Cat Lamp Sea tributary'..." Panting, she pushed open the door.
Clang. Only after stepping into the room did Jiang Han realize something was wrong. Looking down, she saw that she had walked in without even taking off her boots.
"...Look, look! I was so mad I forgot! A witch's memory only forgets things when she's been angered!"
Jiang Han pursed her lips, bent forward, lifted one heel behind her, and swiftly tugged off one soft boot, then the other, tossing them into a corner of the room.
She flexed her feet and immediately felt much more comfortable.
The bodystockings issued by the Rainy Night Club were extremely breathable and comfortable due to their hollowed-out design, and they offered excellent grip as well. If a land-dweller—say, a land-dweller—got hold of a pair of these bodystockings, then as long as they overcame their sense of shame, they could imitate a web-less Spider-Man. Of course, they would have to figure out a way to make a web shooter themselves. They could become a climbing fanatic. If they had even less shame, they could