Snow Cedar Lake Sky Island, Golden Leaf District.
After a series of renovations, the Witch House Club—low-key in appearance, like an exquisite little bar—officially opened for business.
After partnering with the Drowned Corpse Singing Bar, its style inevitably began to follow that of its collaborator.
In this high-end shopping district, elegant tree-lined paths could be seen everywhere, along with lawns and landscaped plants blanketed in fiery red maple leaves. There were also small camping and picnic grounds linked by rivers, where upper-class witches could be seen happily setting up tents by hand with their families and children.
Some witches hired dozens of different household-service witches to help manage their entire extended families, and those able to accompany them here were undoubtedly trusted confidantes holding important positions.
One particular position, called "Egg Teacher," was especially amusing.
Witches proficient in Druidic language—though witches had no Druids—could apply for the job. Their role was to teach basic knowledge to Witch Eggs around seven months old.
As long as a Witch Egg had not rotted after seven months, it meant that it would one hundred percent hatch into an evil witch.
Near the club entrance, beside a small lake not far away, lay campsites neatly partitioned by shrubs, cherry trees, and cherry maple trees—a kind of grafted witch plant.
There, an obviously upper-class witch dressed in racquetball sportswear and wore a wide-brimmed witch headband—a broad-brimmed hat whose interior was actually a headband. She was setting up a tent with her family. A short distance beside the tent she was working on stood a small tent containing volcanic stones wrapped in silk cloth and heat-absorbing cotton, along with six Witch Eggs larger than basketballs.
A graceful witch sat in a chair before the tent, with a moonlight umbrella planted beside her.
Holding a book, she