The sun was already up—it should have been the most comfortable time for witches to sleep—yet Jiang Han was still lying in her bed, thinking about which three people she should bring to meet Kraken the day after tomorrow.
Kraken had said they needed to be trustworthy.
And honestly, Jiang Han had found only one witch she trusted most.
Her own little sister.
Tight-lipped; she had secretly eaten Mama Jiang Xuan's maple syrup and still hadn't been found out; clear-minded, too; and her magic power had finally begun growing recently as she entered her developmental period.
But if she absolutely had to choose, she was willing to trust her younger sister Jiang Zhenling and her distant cousin Jiang Miao. At this moment, Jiang Han finally understood what the familial nature of witches was all about:
Witches placed stricter demands on bloodlines and blood relatives. Even the status of a distant relative alone could let someone mooch food and drink within a witch family.
And when it came to critical moments, the people they trusted would always be their own kin.
This was also an important reason why Kraken had such a poor reputation among witch circles outside the Eastern witch community—strictly speaking, Angelite was her distant relative. Though European witches had three fewer family branches than Eastern witches, theoretically speaking, Angelite and Kraken were related within two generations. (For example, Jiang Miao counted as Jiang Han's distant relative among Eastern witches, but in the eyes of European witches, she would not count as a distant relative—only as a stranger witch with a blood connection.)
Betraying one's kin—that was why the backbone of Kraken's Sea Shepherds had once been dragon witches. Sea monsters and Sea Sirens were not particularly willing to work for her.
Jiang Han settled on two names, without