The following afternoon, at teatime, Jiang Han got up and returned to the castle's sitting room, where she saw Bridget draped in a fine gold-and-silver tasseled cloak.
Her enormous dragon tail slithered across the floor from time to time, then thumped against it with a boom. The immense recoil bounced the petite ancient dragon witch several centimeters into the air.
Jiang Han walked over, glanced up at the crown of silvery-red hair only a few centimeters above her own, then peeked at the massive dragon horns, perhaps twenty-five centimeters long.
Wasn't this cheating?
Why didn't the Fox Witch's height include her fox ears, while dragon witches got to count their horns?
As envy and jealousy simmered like fire beneath a pot in her heart, the dragon witch's tail thumped against the floor again.
"Argh!" Jiang Han lost her balance and fell onto the floor.
"Yah!" Startled by the cry, the dragon witch also lost her footing and crashed to the ground with a bang.
The huge dragon tail flattened into a thin sheet, its flexibility astonishing.
"You!" Bridget shouted, then paused. Her large, beautiful eyes rolled around once.
"Jiang Han." Jiang Han took a small breath and pushed herself to her feet.
The dragon witch sprang up. Her tail, thin as a cicada's wing a moment ago, puffed back up with a bang.
Her voice was loud and coquettish.
"You scared me, witch. Under the old laws, you have to compensate me."
Huh? Jiang Han's eyes widened.
"I—"
Before she could finish, the ancient dragon witch anxiously denied it herself.
"But I'm already a witch, witch. I'm no longer an ancient dragon, so I don't follow dragon laws anymore."
The ancient dragon girl's tail thumped twice against the floor again.
This girl was the emotionally unstable type... Jiang Han cautiously