The day after getting the headphones, Jiang Han had no choice but to wake up early, defying the natural laws of witches. Yawning, she changed into her prettiest outfit, took a Griffin Carriage to the Night Watchers' Sovereign Palace docked between the Witch Market and All-Things Sky Island, and, led by a nightmare witch, found Angelite in the Sovereign Palace archives, writing an opening preface for a poem.
This ultimate witch wore a red fuzzy cardigan over a black sailor uniform, dressed like a schoolgirl as she wrote poetry.
When she saw Jiang Han, her nearly lightless eyes swept over the fox ears atop Jiang Han's head. In an emotionless voice, she said:
"Very cute."
"Thank you." Jiang Han smiled, then pointed at herself with a puzzled expression. "And then you'll say, 'I mean you,' right?"
Angelite's eyes widened slightly, and she held her breath. In almost an instant, one could tell how surprised she was.
"So you knew." She lowered her head and said flatly, "You learned it so quickly. As expected of a witch with aptitude and talent."
Jiang Han twirled a lock of her carefully groomed soft hair around her fingertips. "Because your messages in my private channel are often this kind of nonsensical, awful remark."
"I see. Sorry," Angelite said in that same flat voice.
With that tone, it was always hard not to doubt the sincerity of this woman's apologies... Jiang Han couldn't help feeling a little troubled. Among the witches she knew, the talkative one was Miss Tang Wen—the one and only designated noob in the Wings club. Yet among Archwitches, the chatty one was actually Miss Xu Wenji. And a level higher still...
Once one surpassed Archwitches and reached the level of Ji Haijun, Kapudun Chaina, Lin Zhaojun, and Kraken, they were all