The book has reached 70 so quickly.

Time rewound to five minutes earlier.

As Sophia landed on the flight platform at the top of the Tower of Shine, she stepped onto the balcony and couldn't help but sniffle.

There was no helping it, these past few days she could smell the tempting aroma of food every time she finished work.

Although her character didn't quite mesh with that of the salty fish Miss, she had to admit the Miss's culinary skills were beyond reproach. The stomach of the Angel Witch was about to rebel against her heart, having already transformed into the Miss's shape.

After all, the canteen and the restaurants outside hadn't appealed to her at all lately. She couldn't go back to the days when any food would do just to get by.

For witches, eating and sleeping weren't necessities, as they could survive by absorbing magic power. These habits, carried over from their human days, were a form of entertainment for them, a way to relax, with enjoyment taking precedence over practicality.