Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

After learning that the little one in front of her was named Miya, Flores didn't ask any further questions.

She simply nodded, finished the last sip of her cocktail, and walked to the door, flipping over the sign that read "Open for Business".

We're closed for tonight.

Zimi Lu immediately put down the white cloth in her hand and began to clean up the cups and glasses on the bar.

Flores led Miya through the corridor and up to the second floor.

Miya followed closely behind, no longer daring to look around the corridor.

They passed the half-open door that had driven her to despair. Flores continued walking until she reached the end of the corridor and pushed open a small door.

"Your room."

The room wasn't big, but it was much better than the apartment Miya had stayed in before.

A single bed stood by the window, its sheets clean and off-white, and its pillows fluffy and full.

There was a small desk and a chair next to the bed, a simple wardrobe in the corner, and a small potted plant of unknown name on the windowsill with round leaves that looked very healthy.

The curtains are light blue and can cover the entire window when drawn.

The floor is made of wood and makes a slight creaking sound when you step on it, but it is very clean.

There was also a small, separate bathroom in the room. Miya peeked in and saw clean towels and toiletries.

"that--"

Miya turned her head and nervously rubbed her fingers together.

"Miss Flores, what are the specific job duties...?"

Flores leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smile that always seemed to be plotting something playing on her lips.

"Accompanying someone for drinks."

Mi Ye's face turned pale instantly.

"but--"

Flores held up a finger, cutting her off before she could speak.

"Let's put it another way, it's called sales."

"Your job is to use your eloquence and this cute little face to entice customers to spend as much money as possible. The more expensive the drinks they order, the higher your commission will be. One-tenth of the total amount spent by customers on you will be directly deposited into your account."

Miya's complexion returned to normal.

"One-tenth?"

One-tenth.

"Meals and accommodation included?"

"Meals and accommodation are included, and there's insurance too."

Miya's mind raced as she worked on her abacus.

She glanced at the drink menu downstairs; a basic cocktail cost tens of Lorenz, while the more expensive ones could cost thousands or even tens of thousands. If a customer ordered several drinks because of her, her daily commission would be...

This job is amazing!

No, that's not the point. The point is—

"So it's not that kind of job?"

Flores tilted her head, her deep purple eyes filled with laughter.

"What kind of job is it? Tell me about it?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Miya swallowed back all the words that were on the tip of her tongue, her face turning red all the way to her neck.

Flores chuckled softly and straightened up from the door frame.

"There are a few other witches in the shop who do the same job as you, but they all live at home. You'll meet them tomorrow. Get some rest tonight, and start work tomorrow."

She turned to leave, but turned back at the door.

"By the way, there's a staff dining area next to the bar downstairs. There's food in the fridge. If you get hungry tonight, just grab some. Don't be shy."

Then the door closed, and the footsteps faded away down the corridor.

Miya stood in the center of the room for a while, then suddenly turned around and leaped onto the bed.

So soft.

So soft, so soft, so soft.

Her face was buried in the pillow, her whole body sinking into the mattress, her nose filled with the clean smell of laundry detergent and the faint scent of sunshine; the sheets must have been sun-dried.

The little leather shoes had been kicked to the floor, and the two little feet, wrapped in white socks, kicked happily in the air several times.

What's wrong with this kind of job?

Free meals and accommodation, plus commission!

All we need to do is promote the drinks!

No need to lie, no need to use a fake voice, no need to put on a cool and handsome act in front of the screen!

Wait a minute—pretending to be a cool and aloof handsome guy.

The rolling motion of the night stopped.

Then she turned over, lay on her back on the bed, and stared at the warm yellow pendant light on the ceiling.

She pulled a communicator out of her pocket, the screen's light shining on her face.

I opened the MikuFans backend and saw that the number of fans has exceeded nine thousand.

Having gained 9,000 followers in just three days since starting her broadcast, this growth rate is phenomenal for any Vtuber, although she is now forced to graduate.

Mi Ye opened the page for posting an update, hovered her finger above the screen, hesitated for a long time, and then started typing.

……

【Miye Ch.】：

Dear everyone, due to some personal reasons, the live stream will need to be taken a break for a while.

I'm so sorry that the show has to be taken off the air so soon, but I'll be back as soon as possible.

Everyone, eat well, rest well, and don't stay up late waiting for me! ☆

……

After typing the last word, her finger hovered over the send button for a long time before she took a deep breath and pressed it.

In less than ten seconds, the reply notification started flashing wildly.

……

[Want to be stepped on by Lord Miya]: No!!! But Lord Miya needs to rest well!! We'll always be waiting for you!!

[I was also scolded by Mi Ye today]: Real life is the most important! Please take good care of yourself!

[What is Lord Miya wearing today?]: Waaaaah, but I'll miss you, baby.

[Nightingale Doesn't Sing]: Are we going to stop broadcasting just because new fans have arrived...? But it's okay! We'll wait!

[Also promoting Miya today]: Health comes first, don't push yourself!

……

Miya scrolled down line by line, her lips slowly curving upwards before drooping downwards again.

She recognized every single one of these fans by their IDs.

Some have been here since day one, never missing a day to tip, while others are newcomers who just started following today and haven't even had a chance to say a few words yet.

They are all waiting for her to come back.

But the person they were waiting for never existed.

Miya placed the communicator next to her pillow, and the screen went dark.

Forget it, I don't want to.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

This job isn't so bad. It includes food and accommodation and offers commissions. The boss looks a bit scary, but he's a nice guy. The creditor is still my top supporter, even though Reminal probably still hates her.

Now her wishing well...

Miya closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into the quiet pool within her body.

The wishing well floated silently in the darkness, its waters shimmering with a faint light.

She could feel all the prizes she had won so far displayed in the void beside the pool.

Since birth, Mi Ye has participated in three lotteries, and her total living expenses amount to 3420 Loren.

Three draws: one Radiant, one Common, and one Rare.

Miya opened her wishing pool panel, and the description of the reward pool appeared before her eyes.

【Ultimate】(Colored) – Probability 0.1%

【Brilliant】(Blue-Gold) - Probability 0.6%

[Radiant Light] (Golden) - 2% probability

[Epic] (Purple) - 10% probability

[Rare] (Green) - 38% probability

[Normal] (White) - Probability 49.3%

The types of rewards are incredibly diverse.

Skills, talents, weapons, daily necessities, ores, herbs, scrolls, potion recipes...

A line of small print was written next to the pool.

The prize pool expands with the talent level; currently it is the Lv1 basic pool.

The witch's skills seem to be upgradable, although she doesn't know how to do it yet.

Forget it, I'll just ask my boss when I have time.

Miya continued to stare at the top two lines.

The probability of achieving the highest level is 0.1%, and the probability of achieving the most brilliant level is 0.6%, which adds up to 0.7%, or seven in a thousand.

The combined probability of common and rare items is 77.3%, which is more than three-quarters, meaning the items you draw will basically be useless.

If she can earn more money in the future, spend more Loren, and accumulate more lottery chances, maybe one day she will be able to draw a supreme-level talent.

By then, the title of "weakest witch" will be a thing of the past.

She will become stronger, she will gain a foothold in this world, and she will no longer need to make a living by deceiving people, nor will she need to use a high-pitched voice to please the strangers behind the screen...

Turn the tables, make a comeback, and then reach the pinnacle of life.

Hey Hey.

A silly smile lingered on Mi Ye's lips, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

She was enveloped by the softness of the pillow and the sun-kissed scent of the sheets. The streetlights outside shone through the light blue curtains, casting a hazy patch of light on the ceiling.

So she fell asleep.

The sailor uniform's neckerchief was askew to one side, the collar slightly open, and half of a white sock had been torn off, revealing a small red mark on the ankle from being rubbed by the rabbit slippers. Her light blonde short hair was spread out on the pillow, and her breathing was soft.

Soft footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The door was pushed open a crack, and a thin line of warm yellow light from the corridor shone in.

Flores stood at the doorway, saw the little one curled up in a ball on the bed, and tilted her head.

They pushed open the door and came in, their footsteps so light they were almost silent.

He walked to the bedside and looked down at Miya.

"...She went to sleep without even changing her clothes."

She reached out and pulled the blanket from the foot of the bed, gently covering Miya with it.

The blanket was fluffy and wrapped around the little body.

Then she bent down, reached out, and very gently touched the top of Miya's head.

The light golden strands of hair brushed against her fingertips, feeling as soft as a kitten's fur.

"Sleep well, little one."

Flores straightened up, walked to the window, drew the curtains tightly shut, and then turned and left.

The door was gently closed, the light in the corridor disappeared, and the room was plunged back into quiet, warm darkness.