An intense argument erupted in Angelite's throne hall.
Jiang Han waved her arms and shouted:
"...Every time I summon you, one hotpot meat meal. No more!"
Miss Ice Golem puffed out her cheeks and rattled off:
"Three meals! I'll starve to death on one meal, you shameless main body!"
Starve to death? Jiang Han puffed out her cheeks, planted one hand on her hip, and rubbed her golem's face with the other.
"You're an ice golem. How could you possibly starve to death?"
"Mm, mmrglrgl!" The Ice Golem possessed a very Jiang Han-like trait: whenever she could no longer argue her case, she started acting cute and throwing a tantrum. She bounced onto Jiang Han and used both hands to vigorously knead her main body's cheeks.
Since the Ice Golem possessed a specialty Jiang Han did not—[Defense Within Offense - Witch - Advanced]—she held the upper hand in this kind of close-quarters brawl.
In no time at all, she had kneaded Jiang Han's little face red and slightly swollen.
Many witches were liquid creatures; with enough force, their shapes could be changed! (Totally true)
"An-Angel!" Jiang Han had no choice but to unleash her ultimate move.
The Final Witch, who sat at the dining table eating while watching them coldly, happily took another bite of steamed cake. The blissful look on her face made it seem as though someone had planted rice in her stomach. Full!
After enjoying Hanhan's chaotic scuffle, Angelite finally set down her knife and fork, gave a light cough, and flicked a hand through the air.
Jiang Han immediately felt a gentle force separate her from the Ice Golem. It was like an ocean wave, heavy yet tender, not enough to hurt the two little witches whose hair had become tangled together.
Then, that force became