Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 906 - 67 Cat Ears Interlude_3 in the Bar

The room was overly quiet, so quiet that Milowan could even hear his own heartbeat and the sound of his throat moving.

He nervously lowered his head again, slowly.

"Good day, Miss."

For over ten seconds afterward, he didn't hear any response, nor did he dare to lift his head. He waited like that, and just as unease began to settle in, the person finally spoke.

"I have some impression of you."

The girl's soft voice made Milowan relax, the anxiety and apprehension swirling in his mind instantly calming as her words fell.

"I apologize again for bothering you earlier." He wanted to say something flattering and ingratiating but stopped himself out of caution, fearing to overstep or annoy her by not saying the right thing.

"I've already forgotten about the previous matters. I understand the purpose of your visit today." Her words immediately touched upon the main reason behind his visit, leaving Milowan unsure of what to say next.

"Opening a shop is fine. Protecting you from malicious competition by others in the same trade is also fine." The girl's tone was calm and measured.

"However, when needed, you must complete certain tasks for us."

Milowan had wanted to ask what kind of tasks those might be, but the words stopped short in his throat because he realized he had no right to refuse. If he planned to refuse, he wouldn't have stepped through this door in the first place.

If you've come to beg for assistance, isn't it only reasonable for them to make demands? Trying to haggle at this juncture would only offend them; it might've been better not to come at all.

So this is how gangs operate, Milowan thought to himself.

"Yes, I understand." He nodded in agreement and even bent down in a bow.

"Just, if you ever need me to handle something, how would you notify me?" He felt it necessary to clarify this; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to distinguish genuine orders from imposters. And he couldn't very well go back to that restaurant and ask their waiter to confirm.

The girl seated across from him raised her hand, and a burly beastman at her side handed over a chip card to Milowan.

"The person will display the key. This chip card can confirm its authenticity."

"Thank you, Miss." Milowan accepted the chip card cautiously.

After that, the black-haired girl placed her hands back on her knees, her gaze serene as she looked at the man bowing tensely a few meters away.

"You may leave for today. Over the next month, make sure your shop prominently displays the band's new album."

"Band? Ah, I see." It must be the 'Wobbling Ears' band performing on the first floor of the bar.

Stashing the chip card safely, Milowan bowed once more before carefully backing out of the room. Only upon returning to the bustling hall did he finally exhale with relief.

Strangely enough, despite the girl's soft and gentle voice, it had exerted enormous pressure on him. There was something profoundly mysterious and oppressive about her presence, as if she could see right through his every thought.

Speaking of which, how did he even muster the courage to stop her before? Was the person he chatted with at the restaurant that day really the same one he just spoke with?

Unable to make sense of it, Milowan decided to stop pondering and instead reached up to touch the chip card tucked safely in his jacket pocket. All of a sudden, he felt emboldened, ready to make a mark in Academy City.

Watch me, old man. And you two seniors as well. See how I lead 'Purple Hoisan' to rise and open new frontiers.

He had always failed to understand why protagonists in films and TV shows felt compelled to seek out a boss or patron—wasn't it better to take charge on your own? But now, Milowan suddenly understood.

Having someone to lean on lets you walk a little taller, doesn't it? That sense of confidence is truly comforting.

...

Once Milowan had descended the stairs and left, Ailu Kelu stepped out from a hidden door in the room.

"Wow, Tilan acted it out so well. Even I started feeling nervous there for a moment." She leapt onto the black-haired girl seated in the chair, as if breaking apart the dignified air Tilan had created would help disperse her own lingering anxiety.

Tilan, slightly exasperated, wrapped her arms around the cat-ear songstress clinging to her. She glanced at the two towering beastmen nearby, wondering whether Ailu Kelu wasn't worried about being teased in front of them.

"Hm, they wouldn't dare." Knowing what Tilan was thinking, Ailu Kelu stood up and revealed a mischievous grin like a little devil.

"Who am I? I am the unpredictable fate, the unexpected prank, the eternally adorable and clever shining violet—Ailu Kelu."

Though she seemed carefree and playful on the surface, the cat-ear songstress was far from just a naïve showoff. There was instead an air of freedom and willfulness about her, the kind that comes from understanding everything and then carving out your own life unconstrained. This kind of unpredictable vitality and enthusiasm was exactly what made her a captivating songstress.

No matter her pouting, acting clueless, impulsiveness, prankishness, or playful ways, those who admired her would find excuses to justify them, turning them into endearing traits.

Thanks to this bold and unpretentious charm, Ailu Kelu's popularity remained sky-high among beastmen. Even among humans, she had plenty of fans. Should she ever transform into someone rule-following and solely profit-driven, it would only seem unnatural, robbing her of the allure born from her authenticity.

If someone were to ask Ailu Kelu what the point of today's antics was, she'd surely reply, "Don't you think it's fascinating?"

The world becomes more joyful and enchanting because of it.

That's her goal—to make this increasingly dull and drab world come alive again, vibrant with excitement. Only then can this world truly be worth anticipation.

People, after all, are creatures who struggle to endure monotony and tedium. For cats, it's the same.

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