The Black-Haired Head Maid perfectly completed the task the Duchess had left behind. After the Witches departed singing, she invited Shade to the bedroom to test whether the brand-new mattress and quilt suited his sleeping needs.
Shade really was inspecting them at first, but at some point, the bedroom door silently closed. Two arms wrapped around him from behind, and moments later, various articles of clothing fell to the floor together.
Tifa still respected the Great Witches very much, so she demanded that Shade remain seated and not lie down. That way, it would not count as being the first to use this new piece of furniture.
However, Shade could clearly sense that ever since Margaret's relationship with him had progressed further, Tifa seemed to have some feelings of her own. The source of that feeling was—
"Again?"
The maid did not answer. She merely wrapped her arms around Shade's neck and bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound, though in the end, a faint noise still escaped her. In the past, when they "stole a little leisure amid their busy lives," what she did more often was not this sort of exhausting exercise, but testing whether the carpet would leave obvious marks on the skin around the middle of her legs.
Meanwhile, at the Witch Council.
Beside the round table illuminated by heavenly light projected down through the dense fog overhead, the twelve Great Witches had all gathered, except Sylvia, who was attending an important diplomatic banquet with Margaret. Quite a few had also brought their apprentices.
Adele had already briefly explained what the Orthodox Church had told her when they contacted her. Now Wei Ge was informing everyone of the information Shade had told her.
Wei Ge had originally worried that the Speaker and the