"Boo!"
"Boo—"
After Elsa Stern, the current president of the World Witch League, finished her opening remarks, the witch guests erupted into a heavy, ear-splitting chorus of boos. Jiang Han even saw two Archwitches who had always treated her like ladies—Lin Zhaojun and Lilith—joining in. Ah Lin even raised her middle finger.
This seemed to be a tradition.
Elsa Stern was not angry in the slightest. Beaming, she raised her wineglass high.
"First, let us praise the League, and praise the witch blood within us."
The booing ended. The witches raised their glasses and sang the League's praises.
"Praise the League." Feeling that she could not drink much, Jiang Han merely took a sip of sherry and left it at that.
Lin Zhaojun, seated to her left, held a glass of absinthe, while Lilith, on her right, held a glass of whiskey. The two exchanged a look. The stiff and proper Miss Lilith downed her whiskey in one gulp, then tilted her head in challenge. Lin Zhaojun smiled and emptied her own glass in a single swallow.
Wedged between them, Jiang Han felt a little worried—and a little torn between laughter and tears.
Elsa Stern had definitely glanced this way just now, though very subtly.
"Your Excellency the Great Witch, didn't you bring a date today?" Lin Zhaojun asked in a lowered voice.
"You needn't trouble yourself over that, Miss Archwitch," Lilith replied sharply.
In Jiang Han's eyes, Lin Zhaojun's gaze even carried killing intent. She had initially thought Lin Zhaojun and Lilith got along reasonably well, because they were somewhat alike: both were short witches, both had risen to fame young, both had won consecutive championships, and even their tastes were somewhat similar...
But on reflection, it was precisely because they were so alike that their conflict could never