Guregs Royal City, before the royal palace.
Several magic hot-air balloons floated above the vast garden that encircled the entire royal city. They were fairly large, with observation baskets the size of a room hanging beneath them. The Witches left behind stood atop them, keeping watch over the area around the palace.
"Gurgle, gurgle... I really want to go to the front lines." One Witch frowned as she drew a card from her hand. "Three of a kind."
"Pong!" Another Witch shook her head. "There's still a week or two before the rotation. Our group still has a chance to rake in some performance points. By the way, which spell do you want to exchange for?"
"A fourth-level one, maybe..."
The Witch squads operated in groups of five. While carrying out surveillance missions, one person would usually keep watch while the other four played cards, rotating at intervals.
The Witch on watch clung to the railing in a dangerous, utterly unladylike pose, scanning the entire area like a cat.
Though they did not want to carry out the assignment, Witches were, by and large, a race that respected order. Even when rotated here for this "routine" guard duty, they would not slack off, grumbling as they did but still working diligently.
The watching Witch suddenly furrowed her brow when she spotted a cloud of Cat Lamps drifting over.
Cat Lamps were perhaps the creatures that had changed the ecosystem the most under the influence of Witches!
They were creatures practically bound to Witches. Where there were Cat Lamps, there were Witches.
Not only could Cat Lamps provide beautiful illumination at night, they could also serve all manner of peculiar functions, such as guiding people toward safe zones. Quite a few Cat Lamps had even stranger abilities—refining minerals, producing magic mist,