After raising hell, Jiang Han was, unsurprisingly, strung up by nine fluffy fox tails and tossed onto the sofa.
Angelite straightened her nightgown, lightly patted her face, and asked in an even tone:
"So, what spell would you like to purchase from my humble little shop? By the way, my purchasing rule is called Equivalent Summoning. I don't require buyers to pay a monetary price, but rather something more..."
"Rights-related? I understand." Jiang Han answered in a tiny voice. She kicked off her round-toed dress shoes and carefully tugged at her pantyhose, making sure there were no wrinkles.
The downside of being thin.
As Jiang Han understood it, Angelite had built an enormous network of academic, spell, and technological patents through spell trading. This was also why Angelite's studio could reliably produce results every week.
She bore great responsibilities upon herself and gathered greatness into one body; the power she possessed was far from what she deserved, and the renown she held was far from what she ought to have received.
...Eleanor had said that bit of shameless flattery! That was also why the sensible Eleanor had been rewarded with a ducal title. Of course, as for why Angelite could confer a title upon Eleanor in place of the King of Europa... that involved another great witch who knew how to see the bigger picture.
If they had no conflicting interests, plenty of witches would look forward to Angelite coming up with patents and commercializing them... but if their interests were involved... well, that was why Angelite was not particularly popular... Jiang Han puffed out her cheeks and carefully asked in a probing tone:
"Then... what rights do I have to give up?"
Angelite sat beside her, kindly patted her shoulder, and said in a friendly, gentle voice:
"Take a