On September 23, a sudden lightning storm swept across the South Sea, mingled with the roars of wild dinosaurs and evil dragons.
Today, the witches had issued a rare red alert! Little witches were told not to attend school at noon... classes would be moved to the evening! It fully demonstrated the witches' sense of responsibility: if you paid one cent, then you had to receive one cent's worth of goods, whether it was a red alert, a yellow alert, or even a Mary Sue-colored alert... If there was no way to resolve it, Kraken and Lilith might be reported and impeached.
Great witches existed to solve problems, not to stand by with folded arms when problems arose.
By the same token, that was the purpose of associations and agencies.
Inside the Rainy Night Club, Jiang Han and Xiya sat side by side on the long sofa in the lounge. Together with the other members, they lazily watched the program on television while enjoying the delicious food prepared by the Giant Cat Lamp chef.
...Well, no, Jiang Han was not entirely sure whether the Giant Cat Lamp chef had made it. From her perspective, the Giant Cat Lamp chef merely supervised the dog-brained cooks and kitchen Cat Lamps as they cooked, while she herself thumped around the entire dining bar. Once the dishes were fresh out of the oven, she arranged them ever so slightly, and that counted as having made them. She had much the same feel as the Felyne chefs in Monster Hunter—only rounder, fluffier, like a chinchilla wearing a chef's hat.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.
The Giant Cat Lamp chef carried a plate of sole braised in rich tomato sauce to the table, then took out a carving knife and began skinning and deboning it. It looked like