Jiang Han raised her head to look into Angelite's eyes, wearing an obedient smile:
"Just yesterday, I was commissioned as a saleswoman to show her some houses. In the end, she bought an entire Sky Island in one go."
Then, without waiting for Angelite to reply, Jiang Han spoke first:
"Do you know her? All I know is that her name is Ailian."
"Ailian..."
Angelite repeated the name without any change in tone. Rather than answering, she led Jiang Han upstairs to the living quarters. Only after they sat down on the sofas in the reception room did she slowly say:
"Her name can indeed be interpreted that way. But I prefer to call her by her old name—Eileen."
The First Witch... Jiang Han weighed the title in her heart. She was surprised, but not alarmed. She had already prepared herself mentally.
Jiang Han leisurely kicked off her Dr. Martens, pressed her legs together, and sat sideways on the sofa in comfort. A moment later, utterly without ladylike decorum, she sprawled across it.
"I sort of guessed," Jiang Han said. After a moment, she turned her head to look at Angelite, who was pouring tea with magic, and asked curiously, "Was it arranged by someone?"
Though she considered herself fairly lucky, she wasn't lucky enough to casually wander around and run into a top-tier witch.
If anything, the First Witch stood at the very ceiling of top-tier witches.
And encounters like this always made her think of schemes and conspiracies, so she asked outright.
"An accident. It seems you have basically returned everything you learned in Witch Studies to your teacher," Angelite remarked. Then she looked at Jiang Han, shook her head, and said in that flat voice, "You're becoming less and less ladylike."
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