"It's almost mealtime. Why don't we eat while we go over the painting process for later?"
Josephine Durant took Jiang Han's hand with intimate ease and spoke to Angelite.
The Great Witch's fingers were slightly cold. For once, Jiang Han did not feel embarrassed. Normally, if someone like Lin Zhaojun or Kraken tugged her along so affectionately, she would always feel a little shy. But when Josephine held her hand, she only had one thought:
So this is what the French are like?
There was nothing embarrassing about it at all. If anything, it felt like the perfectly normal hand-holding between two girls meeting for the first time.
Jiang Han smiled and asked, "French cuisine?"
"British cuisine." Josephine smiled at her, her soft beauty making everything feel lovely.
Angelite rubbed the Sovereign Scepter with one hand, grabbed the clean casual jacket from the floor with the other and slipped it on, then looked at the two of them and joked, "More precisely, French cuisine in the British-occupied zone?"
"The food you made for me when I was captured that time?" Josephine seemed to recall something wonderful and smiled. "I never expected that the famed Final Witch, the strongest witch in the world, would actually call that Kraken fellow in as backup."
"Because the three of you always tacitly teamed up with Loya to fight me three against one." Angelite rarely complained to Jiang Han. "At the time, our country's other two Great Witches were constantly patrolling folded spaces and other worlds. I was the only one left at home. How could anyone stand fighting the three of them alone? Only after I dragged Kraken over and gave that pack of cliquish witches a heavy hammering did the war finally start showing signs of ending."
Three against one, and they still