Praise earned through a diligent, capable, clever substitute—boring!
A life that felt like using cheat codes, relying on the Sleeping Witch's wisdom—boring!
Jiang Han had been living through such boring days lately, and she'd gained another pound!
By the Eastern Territory Coast, aboard a witch hot-air-balloon reconnaissance craft.
Jiang Han hugged a Fisherwoman class-change manual written by Histeria and studied it closely in the reconnaissance craft. She lay on her side atop the long sofa, her slender legs sheathed in blue-and-gold pantyhose pressed together, her paw-like feet occasionally spreading and closing. The ice-colored tips of her long hair drifted naturally, alive with spirit.
She had tossed her cloak onto the floor; otherwise, the long sofa would have been crushed flat.
She had a reconnaissance craft all to herself because carrying even one Maus tank was already pushing a hot-air-balloon reconnaissance craft to a dangerously heavy limit...
Whoosh!
Several lovely figures suddenly flashed past the window, drawing Jiang Han's attention away from the world within her book and outside.
Tan Yue, Lin Shu, Kang Xuezhen, and Yang Daijun were riding brooms that were nearly stripped bare, spiraling through the air as if out of control! Their huge witch skirts looked exactly like electric fans!
The little bells hanging from Miss Lin Shu's skirt rang without pause!
They were clearly four beautiful witches, yet Jiang Han thought they had the unrestrained energy of huskies.
Their whooshing flight antics not only drew the attention of the coastal town residents being watched below, but also made the black Cat Lamp in Jiang Han's arms lazily lift an eye.
Olivia, the Sleeping Cat Lamp, yawned and blew a bubble of cat-oil vapor from her mouth.
"Meow-ow... What crude witches. In my day, they would have been punished with sweeping floors, serving as maids, and