Soren was quite interested in everything before him.
He had discovered that some women's clothing from the Arcane Empire era suited his tastes perfectly—for example, stockings, stockings, and more stockings.
The High Priest and Alice, the young legendary Puppeteer, were just as interested.
The High Priest watched with mild amusement, while Alice's eyes shone as though she was itching to try them herself. The girl was an expert seamstress; she personally designed and made all the exquisitely detailed clothing and equipment her Doll Girls wore. From the look of her, she was memorizing the features of these colorful garments, determined to commit them firmly to memory.
"Ahem!"
After watching for a while, Soren decided that was enough and cleared his throat softly. "Let's keep going up. It looks like there aren't any enemies on this floor."
The other two rooms had probably housed female concubines.
But too much time had passed, and they were almost completely ruined. All they could do was look; anything they touched crumbled to dust.
The Wizard Tower, Eighth Floor.
Nothing here surprised Soren, because this was the Arcanist's living quarters.
It was a spacious room.
The most striking feature was the rows of bookshelves. Unlike the books preserved in the Library, every book here had been enchanted, and most dealt with spells.
"Advanced Chain Contingency Casting Techniques?"
"Structural Analysis of Mythals?"
"How to Split a Demiplane?"
"Astral Plane Exploration Guide?"
"Atlas of Astral Behemoths!?"
"Lower Planes Structure and God's Realm Coordinates!..."
Rows upon rows of books appeared before them.
The two Legendary Witches' eyes practically gleamed, as though they were wolves who had stumbled upon little lambs. The young legendary Puppeteer wore much the same expression, her gaze fixed firmly on a copy of Tower Spirit Manufacturing Craft!...
The High Priest was a little more