Training a Great Success!

"Samael, Samael, what do you think of this one?"

"Watch your manners. Call me Teacher!"

"I know, I know. So annoying. Just look already!"

"Hmm, this one looks simple and fitted. Judging by the patterns and style, it seems to reference Roman battle boots. It would go well with riding pants, short skirts, jackets, and other sharp, clean outfits. But the toe looks too blunt and bulky. How about tightening it up a little?"

"Good idea! What about this one?"

"Very curvy, with a smooth finish. The material you prepared is... lambskin? It looks elegant without being ostentatious, with plenty of liveliness. Not bad. What's it called?"

"Heh. I named this one—the Black Butterfly!"

Early in the morning, a lively discussion drifted from the pavilion. One large and one small figure sat around the stone table, fiercely debating over a pile of paper drafts.

So absorbed were they that neither noticed Morgan approaching.

The Witch picked up several discarded sheets scattered around the stone table, smoothed them out, and examined them closely. She immediately recognized them as shoe designs in various styles.

High heels, animal hide, patterns, curved surfaces, glossy finishes—these novel concepts possessed a beauty that seemed ahead of their time.

When Bavangshi caught sight of Morgan's arrival from the corner of her eye, she immediately jumped down from her chair. Out of habit, she grabbed Samael's arm and excitedly trotted over to Morgan.

The Witch stopped where she was and lowered her gaze to the tightly clasped fingers, momentarily stunned.

When had the two of them become so close?

It seemed as though only one night had passed...

"Mother..."

The Fae Maiden stopped before Morgan, lifted the hem of her skirt, and performed an awkward, unpracticed courtly curtsy. Maintaining that slightly stiff pose, she revealed the striking red