The eighteen-year-old red-haired girl added a reminder:
"Although I also think what Miss Bell saw might be our greatest enemy this time, that's assuming something even more terrifying doesn't appear in these woods."
She abruptly shook her head, while the witch asked Shade, who was slowly scratching the cat's head:
"Come to think of it, your perfume is almost used up."
She pointed at the nearly empty little bottle on the tea table:
"Since it's a Relic Derivative, the perfume in this bottle should be replenishible, right? What needs to be done? Can we help? This bottle is very important to our current operation. Before the next enemy appears, let's fill it up first."
The "her" by his ear chuckled softly, and Shade instinctively turned his head:
"You don't need to help with this. I'll figure something out myself after I get home."
"Shade, are you still going to be so polite with us at a time like this?"
Miss Winslet said with some annoyance. The red-haired girl, who had probably guessed something, said nothing and merely looked at Shade with the same feigned curiosity.
Shade opened his mouth, but in the end could only say:
"This bottle can spontaneously convert the surrounding 'desire' into perfume, and, well... at the moment, I find lust works best."
The witch's face immediately turned red. No matter how bold she was, she was too embarrassed to say something like, "I'll help you."
Because of the chaos in the room that morning, Shade ultimately did not visit the old professor Margaret had mentioned. Miss Bell was still recovering from her injuries, and Shade had to clean up the mess in the room, while the two ladies separately asked the Council and the Academy for relevant information.
Although they had not left the hotel, the