The first week of October.
Group meals, market research, work, researching new enchantments, delving into alchemy, submitting her qualification certificate application for the A2 exam.
Jiang Han immersed herself in the bustle of spells and the surreal, like a dream-top stolen away—spinning, dancing feverishly without end—as she fell into the focus so common among mages.
She had even lost a pound!
She realized she was probably the sort of witch who gained weight easily, but lost it just as easily.
Witches' bodily structures and organs differed from those of ordinary land-dwellers. For instance, though they were oviparous creatures, they still retained the wombs land-dwelling women used to nurture life, which witches instead used to store magical fluid. Then there were their stomachs. These creatures possessed terrifying digestive abilities, and the nutrients produced after digestion were converted into bodily maintenance and, in some strange and peculiar ratio no witch had ever been able to pin down, an increase in their magic power.
It might be minuscule; perhaps an entire lifetime would not see even one gallon of magic power gained. But eating food truly did have such an effect.
Gaining weight, on the other hand, was a rare thing for witches. Usually, if a witch wolfed down five kilograms of beef, her weight would visibly increase over the next few hours—then, after fully digesting it a few hours later, she would slim down again.
But witches like Jiang Han did exist: those who would gain weight after binge-eating for several weeks. They were few, but they existed, which meant there were plump girls among witches too—though that sort of plumpness could be worked off with a month or so of training and exercise.
She had also found time to learn the two spells, 'Vampire's Touch' and 'Healer's Touch.' The advantage brought