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

The interior of Reminal's family's car was completely different from what she had imagined.

The dark leather seats are as soft as marshmallows, the air conditioning vents are gold, and the doors are inlaid with real wood trim, the wood grain gleaming with a warm glow under the overhead lights.

Miya sat down carefully, only daring to touch the front third of the seat with her bottom.

His back was ramrod straight, his hands were neatly placed on his knees, and his two little leather shoes were placed side by side on the footpads. He looked like a cat that was ready to run away at any moment.

In her past life, she would hesitate for ages just to hail a taxi. In her next life, she was so poor that she had to eat instant noodles every meal. Right now, she felt like the seat under her was silently judging her: "You think you're worthy of sitting here?"

Miya swallowed hard and secretly glanced at Reminal.

The young lady sat by the window, resting her chin on her hand and gazing out the window. The lines of her profile were particularly clear in the dim light of the carriage.

Streetlights swept past the car window one by one, their warm yellow light sweeping across her face, first illuminating the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, then quickly disappearing into shadow, only to be illuminated again by the next light.

The car was driving on a wide elevated road, with densely packed skyscrapers on both sides. The glass curtain walls reflected the lights of the city, making each building look like it was covered with a layer of flowing starlight.

Giant holographic GG signs float between the buildings, some advertising Vtuber concerts, with several virtual characters jumping and spinning in the screen, and the date and venue information scrolling below.

The city lights dyed the clouds a deep orange and dark purple hue, with occasional streaks of light flashing by like shooting stars. These were the patrolling knights, little witches, riding brooms with long trails of light trailing behind them, weaving between the skyscrapers.

The streets above ground were also brightly lit.

Looking down from the overpass at night, one can see a grid of light forming a network of crisscrossing streets, with neon signs of shops densely packed together, like a flowing, colorful river.

The streets were bustling with people, with witches dressed in all sorts of costumes walking or riding in small hovercrafts, and only a few humans among them.

"That's amazing..."

Miya muttered something under her breath without realizing it.

The city she lived in in her previous life was also prosperous, but compared to Bellavita, it was nothing.

In a way, the witch society structure of Bellavita is somewhat similar to the human society of her previous life.

On the surface, everyone is a witch, but there are vast differences between witches.

Children with innate magical talent are selected by professional organizations to receive the best training from a young age, enter the best magic academies, and after graduation directly enter the upper echelons of the Witch Association to become the managers of this world.

Those witches with mediocre talents, just like the ordinary people in Mi Ye's previous life, studied, took exams, looked for jobs, did scientific research, worked as corporate slaves, and lived a life that was the same day after day.

Miya looked down at her hands.

With a talent like hers, she didn't even qualify to be sent for training.

Before her reincarnation, she had fantasized about being a chosen one, but she was told at the beginning that she was a good-for-nothing.

The Wishing Well talent did give her a glimmer of hope, but the prerequisite for drawing a lottery is having money, the prerequisite for making money is having ability, and the prerequisite for having ability is drawing good items. Isn't this just a vicious cycle?

That's why she chose the path of becoming a Vtuber.

By sheer luck, she almost made it through.

Thinking of this, Mi Ye's feelings suddenly became a little complicated.

She leaned against the car window, watching the lights flowing outside, her eyelids starting to droop.

The heater in the car was on just the right setting, the leather seats were so comfortable, and all the tension and exhaustion she had experienced that night were surging up, pulling her consciousness downwards.

Her head bobbed up and down, the scarf of her sailor uniform rising and falling gently with her breath.

Reminal heard soft breathing beside her, so she turned her head and found that the little guy next to her had fallen asleep against the car window.

Her soft face was slightly deformed by the pressure, her lips were slightly parted, and her eyelashes trembled gently in the light and shadow of the streetlights.

...I can fall asleep in this position.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out to wake Miya, but stopped halfway through.

Miya frowned slightly in her sleep, as if she were having a bad dream.

He mumbled something indistinctly, sounding like "instant noodles" or "don't hit me," and then swayed to the side, almost sliding off his seat.

Reminal reached out and caught her almost reflexively.

By the time she realized what was happening, Miya had already instinctively found a more comfortable position: Reminal's shoulder.

His light golden head rested on the sleeve of her dark dress, and the faint scent of shampoo wafted over from his hair.

Reminal froze.

Now, pushing it away is not an option, nor is not pushing it away.

"...feed."

She called out in a low voice, but Mi Ye didn't respond at all.

She called out again, but there was still no response. Reminal had no choice but to lower her head and look at the little thing sleeping soundly in her arms.

Her short, light blonde hair was a little messy, with a few strands sticking up and brushing against her cuffs.

Her cheeks were slightly bulging from being squeezed by her shoulders, and her lips were still slightly parted.

"...You're the one who lied to me."

Reminal's voice was very soft, with a hint of grievance.

The driver glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror, then looked away expressionlessly, pretending very professionally that he hadn't seen anything.

The streetlights continued to sweep past the window, illuminating the pale golden head in the back seat and then casting it into shadow, in a never-ending cycle.

The car had somehow entered a neighborhood with a distinctly different atmosphere.

The neon lights on both sides of the street changed from cool white and ice blue to warm orange and dark red, and the light softly fell on the stone pavement, reflecting a layer of warm luster.

Bars are starting to appear more often.

A retro brass sign hangs at the entrance. Groups of women chat in front of the bar, holding slender wine glasses. Laughter occasionally drifts in through the car windows. Someone's broom leans against the shelf by the door, with an unfinished wine bottle still hanging from its end.

Miya was awakened by a sudden stop.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found her entire face buried in soft fabric, a strange fragrance lingering around her nose. Then she realized it was Reminal's sleeve and jumped up instantly.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry!"

Miya wiped her mouth while frantically apologizing, her cheeks flushing red.

She had no idea when she fell asleep, let alone when she leaned against the young lady.

Reminal didn't speak, but slowly pulled her left arm, which had been pinned down for who knows how long, moved her wrist, and then opened the car door expressionlessly.

"Get off the bus immediately."

The calmness of her tone made Miya feel even more guilty.

Miya hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed her skirt, and jumped out of the car.

Her little leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the stone pavement.

Before she could even stand up straight, Reminal grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward without saying a word.

"Hey? Wait a minute—slow down—"

Miya staggered behind her, being dragged along as she tried to lift her head to see the building in front of her.

The three-story building has red brick walls and black cast iron window frames. On the second-floor windowsill, there are several pots of magical plants that glow, with vines hanging down and swaying gently in the night breeze.

The storefront is a curved neon sign, its purple-blue light shimmering ambiguously in the night, outlining several cursive characters.

Nightingale's Nest

Two exquisitely dressed witches were chatting at the entrance. One wore a backless black dress, and the other wore a silver-gray short coat. Each of them held a glass of brightly colored wine.

They nodded slightly when they saw Reminal, then their gazes fell on Miya, who was being dragged along, and they gave her meaningful smiles.

Music drifted from inside the door, mingled with the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter.

Miya's mind raced at that moment, connecting all the clues and arriving at a conclusion that made her legs go weak.

This is a bar.

The young lady brought her to the bar.

He even said he would pay off his debts through labor.

Then Miya's voice exploded.

"No, no, no, no, I won't go, I won't go, I won't go—!"

She tried desperately to shrink back, her two little leather shoes leaving two marks on the stone pavement, while her other hand clung to the lamppost by the door, refusing to let go.

"I won't do that kind of thing! I really won't do that kind of thing! You should just beat me up instead!"

Reminal turned to look at her, her deep red eyes scanning Miya from top to bottom. The small girl in the sailor uniform was clinging tightly to the lamppost, her face filled with an expression of resignation.

"...It's not what you think."

"You're lying! What kind of legitimate job could you possibly find in a place like this!"

Countless images of illegal professions flashed through Mi Ye's mind, each one making her want to turn into a frog and hide in a pond.

Reminal took a deep breath, too lazy to explain any further, and simply released Miya's wrist.

Mi Ye was stunned for a moment. Before she could even feel happy, she realized that the young lady had no intention of letting her go. She simply changed her posture, bent down, put one hand under Mi Ye's knees, and supported her back with the other hand, lifting her up in a standard princess carry.

"—Huh?"

Miya's body was suddenly lifted into the air.

Her hands instinctively wrapped around Reminal's neck, then she realized what she had done and quickly tried to let go, but she didn't dare to actually let go, because if she did, she would fall.

Reminal's embrace was much more secure than she had imagined. The scent of flowers wafted from her neckline, and Miya's nose was right next to the skin on Reminal's neck.

Miya's face changed directly from light pink to a ripe tomato color.

"Let go of me!"

She began to struggle, kicking her legs wildly in the air.

The two witches who were chatting burst out laughing.

"Miss Reminal, who is this?"

"She's so cute!"

Reminal didn't answer them, nor did she pay attention to the little thing struggling wildly in her arms. She simply tightened her arms, holding Miya even tighter.

Miya was caught off guard by the sudden pull and pressed against Reminal's chest, leaving her with no room to struggle.

She felt the young lady's chin almost touching the top of her head, and the airflow from her breathing gently brushed against the crown of her hair.

Then Reminal lowered her head and brought her lips close to her ear.

"If you move again, I'll really put you down and throw you on the ground."

Her kicking motion froze in mid-air, and then she gave up resisting completely, burying her flushed face in Reminal's neck and letting out a soft moan that sounded like a sob.

"Waaah..."

Reminal sighed, then picked up the little guy who had finally calmed down and walked through the gates of Nightingale's Nest.