"You are also well aware of the advice given by the Demoness Sect. Since advancing to sequence 7, our Pathway requires us to constantly resist the influence of the potion itself—that is, feminization."
"I failed to resist that influence and have already become like this."
"Do you also want to become an existence like me, completely becoming a woman and being sisters with me?"
The conversation from four days ago, February 10, 1347, had ended inconclusively because neither of them wanted to chat any further.
Altair had not made any guarantees to Vivian on the spot, such as 'you are the only one for me in my life.' At this moment, she had not yet figured out how to deal with the psychological influence of the potion.
The future was full of uncertainty for her; not knowing what would happen, she could only take one step at a time, not daring to make grand promises in advance.
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Near noon, Altair, sitting by the fireplace, finally finished her studies for the day and put down the mysticism book sent by the Demoness Sect.
Even now, Altair was not quite clear on what the Demoness Sect's intentions were in developing her.
Providing the Demoness Pathway's Beyonder characteristic directly up to sequence four Demoness of Despair, along with all sorts of mystical knowledge... This kind of aggressive'spoon-feeding' investment made her likely the largest venture capital project for the Demoness Sect since the fifth epoch.
Enjoying this nearly free investment made Altair quite uneasy, because until now, the Demoness Sect still hadn't—
Assigned her any decent tasks.
However, the things Adela had sent over were truly excellent—the mystical knowledge researched by the Demoness Sect over many years. For instance, the book "Book of Witches" was a reward given by the Demoness Sect to outstanding members upon advancing to sequence 7 Witch.
The main content of the book was divided into two parts. The first half recorded various curse techniques, spells, and their usage methods.
These cursing methods were simpler, more efficient, and more advanced than the innate methods provided by the Witch potion.
They ranged from simple physical curses to advanced remote curses using personal belongings, and finally to curses that required no items at all, needing only the target's 'information' to be mastered.
After seeing these cursing methods, Altair couldn't help but marvel that the Demoness Sect, after thousands of years of research, had truly turned cursing into an art form.
As for the spell-type knowledge, it was quite comprehensive: toxicology, medicine, divination, psychological manipulation, illusion, and ritual magic—it had everything. The only drawback was that it wasn't very deep.
As for the second half, the most practical part was the production method for the 'Mirror Communication' potion.
This 'Mirror Call' potion was a special concoction developed by the Demoness Sect, using their unique black magic as an energy source, 'personal matter' as a mystical beacon, and the 'Mirror World' as a medium, combining three abilities.
Although this special 'communication potion' was made by the Demonesses using their own 'personal matter,' even if it were obtained by Beyonders of other Pathways, it would not compromise their safety.
This was because people of other Pathways could not simultaneously possess the three unique abilities of the Demonesses.
At noon, after having lunch with Vivian, Altair waited around boredly. As for the reason, it was simple: she had to have this year's formal wear custom-made.
Although Altair was not yet an 'adult' and could use that as an excuse not to attend the nobles' banquet season this year,
The necessary appearances still couldn't be avoided. After all, when other noble families were ordering new clothes, if you didn't, what would the other nobles think? Had the Sheffield Family gone bankrupt?
Seeing the listless Altair, Vivian, sitting upright nearby, couldn't help but remind her: "When the designer comes in later, try your best to behave and avoid making any mistakes."
"This is my first year as the Sheffield Countess in charge of this manor. It's very significant, and I don't want your laziness to leave a regret in my future memories."
Hearing her words, Altair, who was lounging like Ge You nearby, couldn't help but smile: "Then may I ask, respected Madam Sheffield, who am I?"
"Aren't you afraid I'll discipline you with 'family law'?"
Upon hearing this reminder, Vivian's face turned slightly red, and she turned her head away, not wanting to deal with Altair.
Once the servants greeting at the door led a group of people into the drawing room, Vivian stood up to introduce them: "This is Backlund's most famous designer—Madam Charlotte. She has designed many famous clothes for the royalty and nobility of Loen. Her most famous recent work is the gown the Queen wore at last year's New Year's Eve ball—"
Following Vivian's introduction, Altair turned her gaze toward her.
This elderly designer, though nearly fifty years old, still possessed a charming appearance and a robust constitution. Every gesture displayed an elegant temperament.
Because the elderly Madam Charlotte did not have noble status, after Vivian finished the introduction, she could only curtsy to Altair and say, "Good afternoon, respected Earl Altair."
Altair nodded slightly as a return gesture and said casually, "Good afternoon, Madam Charlotte. I'll be troubling you for the next while."
"Rest assured, Earl Altair. I will certainly design the most appropriate clothing for you in the coming time, ensuring you appear in full dress for every banquet of this year's social season." Madam Charlotte replied calmly to Altair's remark.
Afterward, Madam Charlotte called her subordinates to assist her as she personally took Altair's measurements: height, shoulder width, chest, waist—
She measured a total of fourteen items from large to small. After making a simple design sketch, she began to consult Altair for her opinion.
Regarding Madam Charlotte's questions about whether she felt dissatisfied or needed changes, Altair completely respected her expertise and offered no corrective guidance.
But she had a personal insistence solely on the choice of hats; she had a particular dislike for Bonnet hats, even finding them quite ugly.
As evening approached, Madam Charlotte finally left Sheffield Manor, taking with her the preliminary design sketches and size data for the gowns of both Altair and Vivian.
Watching the carriage depart, Altair turned back and asked Vivian curiously, "How did you get to know this Madam Charlotte and manage to invite her?"
"As far as I know, you've only been in Backlund for a little over a year, and you spend most of your time out on missions. You shouldn't have had free time to get to know clothing designers. As for when you're free, it's even more impossible, since you're even more of a shut-in than I am."
Hearing this, Vivian's originally smiling face instantly slumped, and she said to her, "Of course I don't know her, but I can get an introduction through someone else, like Madam Anna."