Inside Angelite's office at the Night Watchers' Sovereign Palace.
Jiang Han patiently sorted the enormous rolls of map paper, struggling to carry them onto the desk.
Without using magic, her actual body was practically weaker than an ordinary land-dwelling girl her age.
She had heard that the fishing tournament also prohibited using magic to enhance one's stamina, just like this.
Having tidied up most of the mess and worked her waist sore enough, Jiang Han secretly glanced at the clock. There were still nearly thirty minutes before Angelite returned.
—Slacking off now definitely wouldn't get her caught.
So she quietly sat down on Angelite's sofa and flopped backward.
"Ah!"
The soreness in her waist carried another faint hint of pleasure. She let out an involuntary breathy gasp, her Eternal Ice Eye gradually turning cherry-pink as it widened, her brows lifting and her mouth opening a little stupidly. Then her eyes slowly closed, her lips gently meeting as she melted into the sofa with an expression of bliss.
This wasn't very ladylike... the thought flashed through her mind.
But no one was watching anyway, so who cared whether she was ladylike or not!
...Jiang Han rubbed her cheeks, kicked off her round-toed shoes, stretched her legs out in front of her, and flexed the toes of her feet, clad in blue-gray striped stockings, inward twice.
"I've sweated a little... ugh, how annoying. Without magic, it feels like I've completely lost that sense of surpassing land-dwellers."
After grumbling, she simply went barefoot, hopping down and threading through the blueprints on tiptoe as though dancing.
"Blueprint Number One... there are already more than twenty Number Ones. Angelite really doesn't understand how to organize things." With the critical eye of a professional archivist, Jiang Han questioned Angelite's blueprint drafting. "Only an idiot would label