The Perfume Witch and Her Magical Cat

On a sunlit windowsill, a fluffy little black cat sprawled lazily, eyes narrowed as it contentedly basked in the warmth of the sun. Its tail swished gently, teasing the lavender arranged on the sill.

In the bright room below the windowsill, a silver-haired witch was counting her ingredients.

"Vetiver, sandalwood, musk..."

"Hmm... what am I still missing?"

Alina watched the two little girls squabbling jealously over the cat daughter she had brought home, and couldn't help finding it a little amusing.

Looks like her daughter was pretty good at socializing. There were already girls getting jealous of each other because of her.

What a remarkable girl~

Ten years later

Alina looked at the circle of girls surrounding the cat daughter she had brought home, and fell silent…

This... really is something else!