"We crossed over into another worldline!"
"Ask a passerby where we are!"
"The streets are full of women."
"The government just issued Prohibition..."
—"Shit! We ended up in 1920 America!"
Paper could not wrap up a fire forever. Though witches had an innate sense of secrecy, their nature still made them love boasting about their experiences to friends.
Before long, the witches learned that Angelite had thrown a celebratory banquet.
All sorts of amusing stories from the banquet became fodder for the newspapers.
But it also brought about the international witch Prohibition.
As the warmth of the sunlight slowly faded, Jiang Han gradually opened her eyes, sensing only the rising smell of alcohol.
A faint fragrance still lingered on the soft pillow.
She blinked.
Then she rubbed her eyes and, even stretching out both hands, let out a long yawn.
She had slept truly well, though yesterday had not been quite so wonderful... Jiang Han kicked off the blanket, puffed out her cheeks at the view of Snow Phoebe Lake beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, then broke into a sunny smile, narrowing her eyes as she swayed her body.
After celebrating yesterday at Eileen's secret amusement park, they had all run back to Jiang Han's little nest by Snow Phoebe Lake to watch movies together.
And they had also gone for another half-round of drinks.
Witches truly loved alcohol. Strictly speaking, this race had no aversion to either tobacco or liquor. An adult witch who did not drink could even be called a "witch." Of course, in the gentle and tactful East, a witch who did not drink would be described as "green tea"...
Jiang Han had been forced to drink half a small bottle too, which was why she had slept so comfortably today!
"At least one drink lets