Come to think of it.
Don't single men all generate their own electricity?
Then... then now that I'm a single woman, shouldn't I too... Jiang Han fell into conflict, her face flushing bright red. Even her beautiful ice-colored Eternal Ice Eyes seemed stained with a faint peach hue, sweet water mist spilling out in all directions.
She fell silent for a moment and carefully swept her gaze around. There were not many witches in Kraken's library—at most, a few Sea Shepherds seeking information on advanced spells, while others were engrossed in rote memorization, trying to commit the contents to memory. No one was paying attention to this side.
N-no one's looking over here... She let out a long breath and reached out, her pale finger-claws pressing against the book spine. Her faintly peach-tinted ice-colored eyes darted toward the spell's description and introduction beside it.
"N-no, no, I can't... This, this is still a little, um, too... too much for me." Pulling her hand away, she quietly caught her breath.
Too much... Was a spell like this too much for a witch who wasn't prepared? Wasn't Kraken afraid of leading children astray!?
Jiang Han puffed out her cheeks, looked away, ignored the flutter in both body and heart, and turned her attention to other interesting spells.
Then her Eternal Ice Eyes, wreathed in water mist and carrying an air of natural sweetness at a glance, halted upon a line of text.
Jiang Han walked over.
"T-tentacle spell?"
What was shocking was that this book on tentacle spells had no pink label! None at all!
Instead, there was a lengthy explanation posted beside it:
"...Tentacle spells have countless variants throughout the world. Most tentacle spells originate from the Conjuration School, operating under the two principles of 'summoning' and 'answering a summons.' Even