On Tuesday morning, Angel took the Public Carriage to Zouteland Street as usual and entered Blackthorn Security Company.
After Old Neil's death, a despondent mood hung over the entire Tingen Team. Not even the joy of learning the Acting Method could dispel it. Angel and Klein had not gone looking for buildings with red chimneys for several days either.
Pushing open the door to the second-floor reception hall, Angel immediately spotted Miss Rozanne sitting on the sofa. Dressed in a long black gown, she was unusually neither brewing coffee nor preparing hot water. Instead, her gaze rested on a newspaper spread across the coffee table, and she had not moved at all.
Hearing the door open and close, she turned her head and looked at Angel with a blank expression.
"Good morning..." She suddenly froze. "Huh, it really is you, Angel. At first glance, I thought I had mistaken you for someone else... Did you put on makeup today?"
Hmm, so she noticed after all...
Angel sighed inwardly and touched her cheek.
Only while washing up early that morning had she realized that although the Witch Potion she drank yesterday had not changed her gender, its transformation of her body had still been comprehensive.
Her limbs had become softer in contour, her skin finer and fairer. Even the scars left by injuries from her previous battles had vanished without a trace.
Her appearance in particular had changed. If Angel the Instigator had once borne a thirty- or forty-percent resemblance to Cole Granger, enough that no one would doubt their blood relation, then Angel the Witch now had almost none of Cole's facial features left. She had become more feminine.
And more beautiful. More alluring.
Fortunately, this change had not altered her overall appearance so drastically that Rozanne could no longer