October 9th, 5:25 in the morning.
In Kraken's reception room.
Waking up against a witch's biological clock left Jiang Han a little unaccustomed to it. She yawned, exhaustedly leaning against the bright-eyed Jiang Miao. Her cousin had gotten up thirty minutes before them, taken a shower, and even washed her hair.
To adjust to Gaia's no-Cleaning-Spell conditions, she had actually used a hairdryer for once. Her soft long hair was fluffy and billowy, carrying a pleasant scent of pomegranate blossoms.
"Morning, Cousin." Jiang Miao turned around and pressed her warm hands against Jiang Han's cheeks.
Warm and comfortable, Jiang Han contentedly swayed her head, her eyes closing again...
Those hands put in a little more force and pinched her cheeks, waking her up.
Jiang Han opened her eyes and saw Jiang Miao looking at her. She turned her head with an embarrassed little laugh. "Morning."
The others gradually got up as well. Kraken, dressed in octopus pajamas, drifted over in a sleepwalking posture. This Great Witch kept her eyes shut, her silver-white hair moving about in disorder as she nodded again and again and spoke in a very "Anjie" tone: "Ladies, finish washing up by six. We leave at six twenty-five."
No nonsense.
Straight to the point.
She was that traveler who looked like steel, but was actually such a hardcore lolicon she could smelt it three-tenths done.
Even Jiang Han was startled. No wonder they said Kraken and Anjie were distant relatives—their tone and voices were so alike at times like this.
The phrase "getting used to it in advance" was extremely important to witches aspiring to become adventurers. Like getting used to life without Cleaning Spells in advance, or like Kraken, getting used in advance to sleeping squeezed together with Jiang Han and the others—five young ladies on