Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 894 - 64: The Survival Philosophy of the Lower Realm

At 4 p.m., Tilan was still sitting in the shop, while Suoga occasionally followed Tilan's instructions to handle some simple errands.

There were fewer customers at this time, but after 6 p.m., when most companies finished work, it would get much busier.

A sound of air being expelled gently descended outside, and soon after, a girl dressed in a lime-green dress jumped down from the hover car, accompanied by three golden retrievers. These fluffy guys had round heads and looked both adorable and goofy.

"I'm back, little Zi Jin! How's the shop looking today~" She cheerfully rushed into the shop and ran eagerly toward Tilan, who was behind the bar, while the three dogs scurried happily alongside her.

"Same as usual." Tilan looked up and replied; by this time, Lemon Fruit had already reached her side.

"Let me see, let me see," She flipped through the records on the front desk computer, marveling at the neatly organized entries.

"Wow, amazing~ Zi Jin really lives up to being a top student! So thorough and well-organized."

Although it sounded like praise, Tilan was gradually catching on to Lemon Fruit's typical behavior. This girl had likely gone off somewhere to slack off again today, and now that guilt was catching up, she couldn't help but throw out compliments.

"Where were you this morning?" Tilan asked directly.

"Uh, this morning... uh, I... I went with friends to the water park. You know, it's a rare weekend off, Zi Jin~~" Lemon Fruit tried to cover up with exaggerated expressions and words.

"Alright, I knew you couldn't fool Zi Jin. I snuck out to relax for a bit; you know how these past months have been busy in the shop—I felt so stifled." She put on an exaggeratedly pitiful look.

"It's fine, I'm not blaming you. But I've got something to do today and need to leave early." Tilan wasn't bothered by it; she was just worried Lemon Fruit might come back too late.

"Now? Wait for me a moment; I'll go change into another outfit. This new dress I bought can't get dirty." With that, she happily dashed to the employee lounge in the back, followed by her three large dogs barking gleefully as they tagged along.

All three were raised by Lemon Fruit. During her university years, she specialized in cultivating extraordinary animals in the canine category. Not only had she personally invested a lot of effort into these three dogs, but she had also received help from her professors and classmates at the time, making their abilities fairly impressive. Currently, they were around Sequence 5, and though their combat power wasn't particularly high among others of the same rank, elevating common-quality animals to such levels was already an outstanding feat.

Thanks to these three, she earned her certification as a High-Rank Breeder. Their names were equally distinctive—Flame, Frost, and Thunder. When they fought, they often joined forces, with all three piling onto their opponent. Being triplets, people even jokingly referred to them as the shop's "Three-headed Guard Dogs."

"Alright, I've changed! What do you think—aren't I cute~" Lemon Fruit, now dressed in her apron-style staff uniform, came out with the three dogs still faithfully accompanying her. They crouched or lay around her feet, occasionally circling her playfully, seeming no different from ordinary pet dogs, devoid of the usual intimidation aura associated with supernatural creatures.

"Cute," Tilan affirmed with a nod and stood up, vacating her spot.

"Then I'll head out first."

"Alright, take it easy today. Leave the rest to me." Lemon Fruit patted her chest confidently while the three dogs barked in unison, causing the other animals in the shop to chime in.

After leaving the shop, it was already close to 5 p.m. The sun was gradually setting, and the streets were bathed in a soft red glow beneath the evening clouds.

"While I was sitting in the shop earlier, I looked up the recent club tournaments. There's one on Fire Jia Street in Zone 6. The requirement is extraordinary animals below Sequence 5. Killing opponents during the match is prohibited, and several elite Sequence 6 judges will be on-site to maintain order. Think you're up for it?"

"Should be fine, after all, it's a vocational school." Tilan reassured her as Suoga had chatted quite a lot earlier in the afternoon, revealing that most participants in these tournaments were hobbyists rather than professionals.

Even among breeders, those specializing in battles were in the minority. Most extraordinary animals were cultivated not for combat but for assisting in daily work and life or simply for aesthetics and companionship—just like the shop's former pet and Wind Kite Courtyard's trump card, "Prophetic Wind Kite," whose primary function was improving local climate conditions rather than fighting.

On the other hand, for outsiders, it was often hard to penetrate these highly specialized areas. To them, raw combat abilities were the most straightforward measure of strength.

"Since you said so, let's see how you perform. Come on, hop on my bike." With that, Suoga stepped over to the nearby hover motorbike and gestured for Tilan to join her.

"Um..." Tilan glanced at the motorbike and then at her dress.

According to her etiquette teacher, sitting astride while wearing a dress was decidedly unladylike.

"You girly girl, such a hassle." Seeing Tilan stand there for several seconds without reacting, Suoga immediately caught on.

It wasn't that Tilan was being unnecessarily prudish. If she had been wearing pants, she wouldn't hesitate. But given that they were on a main street, there might be Hidden Guards or undercover agents from the Court of Judgment monitoring the area. Climbing onto the bike this way could seriously damage the image of a Songstress. If some random passerby happened to snap a photo and share it publicly, that would be a huge problem.

She couldn't believe she was developing an image-conscious mentality. Tilan quietly mocked herself in her heart.

In the end, she opted to hail a hover car, letting it follow Suoga's motorbike to their designated location.

...

At night, the pair sat by the window on the third floor of a restaurant at No. 84 Fire Jia Street, watching the gathering crowd around a fenced-off open space not far away.