Rain Dew District, Evening Frost Bar.
Agatha Landon, one of the Great Witches, had accepted an invitation to dinner. As one of the ten surviving Great Witches among the world's twenty most important witches, Agatha was not someone one could simply ask out on a whim.
As she stepped into the bar, Agatha Landon—with golden hair and violet eyes—spotted the unmistakable emblem in one of the booths.
Golden lion, red-and-white roses, pale white roses.
Your reign shall never end, Lady Angelite... Agatha tightened the black cloak trimmed in purple around herself, then strode into the booth on long legs wrapped in black stockings.
Sure enough, Angelite was sitting inside, one elbow resting on the table, her palm supporting her face.
When she didn't speak, I'd be willing to worship at her feet... Agatha found it rather regrettable that she could not use a silencing spell to mute this witch who was a goddess so long as she kept her mouth shut.
Angelite's nose twitched. Her flame-colored eyes shifted, and in a flat voice, she said as though whispering, "I smell a fragrance."
"Heh." After sitting down, Agatha saw that drinks and side dishes had already been laid out on the table. Without hesitation, she first drank a cup of baijiu to wet her throat.
"Do you know what I like about this country?" Agatha deftly used her chopsticks to deal with the steak.
It was rather amusing, really. Witches always used knives and forks in bars, yet Agatha and Anjie had both chosen chopsticks without the slightest hesitation.
"Liquor?" Angelite swept her gaze over the table.
"Panda witches. I saw five of them on the way here, traveling together, with fluffy ears and lovely white-colored hair." Agatha set down her chopsticks.
The beautiful Great Witch fixed her gaze on Angelite