"This is... a letter?"
Jiang Han took it tentatively and saw Dinesha nod.
The ghost witch said in an even, toneless voice:
"Without a doubt."
"How rare. You've hardly ever contacted me." Jiang Han took the letter and turned it over.
An exquisite crest, an envelope bearing Maan Declaration runes, and ornate Italian cursive.
The crest depicted two animals fighting—a lion and a stag.
"Ghost Castle, an association made up of ghost witches." Seeing there was no danger, Qin Shunying stood beside Jiang Han and assumed the role of encyclopedia. "They're xenophobic, oppose non-ghost witches, oppose—"
Lin Qiang rapped Qin Shunying on the head with her staff and growled:
"Talking nonsense without learning anything!"
She cleared her throat and said:
"Ghost Castle is an association formed by undead witches. Since undead witches have no way to receive pension benefits, one of their purposes in banding together was to provide two services: 'investment advice' and 'management teams.' They also rent out security systems. The opposition you mentioned is because Witch House's business actually conflicts with theirs. It's perfectly normal that they don't think highly of you."
She even shot Qin Shunying the standard teacher's glare at an underachieving student and said weakly:
"And they're an undead witch association, not ghosts. They aren't merely ghosts."
A large-scale self-rescue investment organization, united because they couldn't collect pensions... Jiang Han looked up.
"Entirely correct." Dinesha raised her black lace parasol, her dark green eyes devoid of light.
She turned sideways and looked toward the interior of Whiterun Island, seemingly examining something.
Unable to guess what the other was thinking, Jiang Han neither confirmed nor denied it. While the two older sisters behind her bickered, she opened the envelope and took out the beautifully patterned stationery.
It was an invitation, stating, "In light of your