Observation

The Red House Café has a charming small-town atmosphere, with enamel tableware, a beamed ceiling, checkered tablecloths, and framed paintings, giving it a clean and elegant feel, quite different from its bright and fashionable exterior.

Franca ordered a rich and aromatic Intis Coffee and sat by the window, basking in the Sunlight.

She glanced around casually, observing the few customers and Waiter:

Most of them were Women, especially the Waiter; there wasn't a single man among them. They were all neatly dressed and elegantly behaved, clearly having received specialized training.

The only two Men, who appeared to be visiting wine merchants, sat facing each other, discussing the impact of this year's abundant rainfall and sufficient Sunlight on the quality of the grapes. Among the three Women customers, one was elderly, with white hair and simple clothes, occasionally greeting passersby outside the window; she seemed to be a local resident. Another was around thirty years old, with a black hat with a veil beside her, wearing a blue-toned belted Long Dress; her features were rather ordinary. The third was beautiful, with delicate features, naturally flowing brown hair in wavy curls, and a plain-colored dress; she exuded a quiet and serene aura.

Apart from That One local elderly lady, the other two seemed to be Participant in a lively party... Franca looked away, feeling that the first floor with a dozen or twenty tables didn't seem like a place for a private party.

She suspected it was either in the Basement or upstairs, closer to the red Mushrooms -shaped roof.

From where Franca was sitting, she could easily see what was happening at the entrance. Lumian, in his Brownish Yellow dog form, lay there quietly, basking in the Sun and watching every human entering and leaving the Red House Café, as well as the customers and Waiter inside.

Nobody paid any attention to the stray dogs by the roadside, except for the stray dogs passing by.

It bared its teeth and roared at Lumian, who had taken its usual spot.

Lumian was quite helpless; he couldn't very well fight another dog while still in dog form, could he?

This wasn't a big problem for him, as he didn't care much about saving face. But the important thing was that the "Animal Transformation" sealed most of his Extraordinary Ability, even limiting his strength to that of a dog.

Of course, given the size of the large dog he has now transformed into, bullying small and medium-sized canines would be a piece of cake. But the creature baring its teeth and claws at him now is also enormous, just rather thin.

"Fight! Fight! "Franca, who saw this scene through the window, suddenly became excited and couldn't control her emotions.

However, she didn't intend to control it. It was rare for Lumian to be in such an embarrassing situation where not fighting would be even more shameful, so how could she not watch the show?

Lumian, who was crouching by the door, raised his right palm—no, his right foreleg—and, based on his previous experience, diverted a sliver of his energy to spread towards his palm.

A slight sense of madness and the stench of blood that only Lumian could detect were present within this extremely small area.

The Brown-haired Big Dog, so thin you could see its bones, froze for a moment, then tucked its tail between its legs and fled in panic.

"Uh... have some self-respect! Why did you run away?" Franca said with disappointment Red House Café.

She couldn't understand why the dog was suddenly afraid of Lumian.

That "Hunter" couldn't use his abilities; at most, he could only exude a Provocation aura!

At the same time, Lumian gave a self-deprecating smile to himself:

"If the ' Blood Emperor ' knew I was using His aura to scare dogs, would he skin me alive?"

After this brief interlude, Franca turned her attention back to the Café.

Following the descriptions in fashion magazines and drawing on her life experiences over the past year, she began to drink coffee elegantly and occasionally perform everyday gestures that showcased her Women Charm.

She felt that almost everyone in the Café was looking at her; some were discreet and discreet, while others were open and even gave her friendly smiles.

That One elderly local lady smiled at Franca, took the honey-roasted chicken wings from her plate, and left the Red House Café.

She stopped in front of Lumian, slightly surprised, and muttered to herself, "They changed it..."

Lumian immediately had a bad feeling as she watched That One old woman squat down and bring the Brownish Yellow, oily roasted chicken wing to her mouth.

He hesitated for a second, then, like a real dog, bit into the chicken wing and began to gnaw on it, letting That One old lady stroke his furry head.

To be honest, he was still a little unaccustomed to the way dogs eat, but luckily, That One old lady petted him a couple of times and then got up and left.

Red House Café, Franca watched Lumian clumsily tear apart a chicken wing, unable to suppress her amplified emotions, and laughed, her body trembling slightly.

If she weren't concerned about her image, she would have been laughing so hard she was doubled over.

She also wanted to take some food out to feed Lumian!

Without deliberately Imitation, Franca, who naturally expressed her own state, appeared even more Charm to the others in the Café.

Her mysterious charm with black hair and brown eyes, coupled with her elegant yet casual demeanor, gives her Gravity unlike any other Women.

Just then, a woman dressed in light-colored Hunting Attire rode a brown horse back from the racecourse near the East Lonyay Forest and stopped in front of the Red House Café.

She deftly dismounted and removed her hat.

Her long, orange-red hair immediately broke free of its restraints and cascaded down like a waterfall, adding a touch of wildness to her clean and pure, delicate face.

The woman in Hunting Attire tied up her horse, took her whip, and entered the Red House Café, walking towards That One quiet and beautiful young Women.

Franca had stopped mocking Lumian; she felt the new woman was more of Participant partygoer than anyone else there.

Although she was the most beautiful, with the most delicate features, and looked very innocent, she had a quality that allowed her to Acting Men.

Such people are bound to exist in Women's Revelry Party.

Franca raised her right hand and brushed aside a strand of black hair that had fallen to her lips, subtly displaying her Women Charm.

The woman with long Orange-Red Long Hair, who had been subconsciously observing everyone in the Café, paused for a moment, seemingly taken aback by the stunning beauty.

But Lumian, who was quietly lying by the door, noticed that That One woman in Hunting Attire frowned slightly after her initial amazement.

She withdrew her gaze and continued walking towards the quiet Women with wavy hair, exchanging a few playful words with her.

Then, the two chatted casually as they walked up the Wooden Stairs to the second floor.

Franca glanced at them out of the corner of her eye, and had a rough idea of what was going on in her mind:

These two are most likely Participant in Women's Revelry Party, but it's unclear whether they belong to the "This Moment Society or the " Daffodil " group.

Franca sipped her coffee slowly, without making any attempt.

Another half hour passed, and seeing that the two still hadn't come down, she took the initiative to leave her seat and walked out of the Red House Café normally.

She planned to stop there for today; rushing into contact would only arouse suspicion.

She planned to forge an identity as someone living near the Lavigny Docks and then visit Chaillot Town every two or three days, or even more frequently. After all, it was a famous wine region with beautiful scenery, attracting many tourists every day, which would certainly be very Gravity to a Lady had just moved to the surrounding area.

Lumian remained quietly lying at the entrance of the Red House Café, seemingly unrelated to Franca.

Almost simultaneously, as he looked around, he saw That One beautiful woman with Orange-Red Long Hair standing behind a Glass Window on the second floor of the bookstore.

She watched Franca's retreating figure silently, her expression not one of longing for same-sex relationships, but rather one of seriousness, vigilance, and contemplation.

Why would she react this way? Did she discover something was wrong with Franca? How did she find out? Lumian, puzzled, stood up as if basking in the Sun, and wandered into the alley between the Red House Café and the side buildings.

This place is closer to the direction Franca left in.

Soon, That One woman in Hunting Attire with Orange-Red Long Hair appeared behind the Glass Window on the side of the second floor.

She looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to her except for a large Brownish Yellow dog sleeping in the corner, she gently pushed open the window and landed like a feather in the alley.

Immediately afterwards, the beautiful and pure-looking young woman disappeared into the shadows.

Lumian, seemingly drowsy, watched this scene quietly, her mind racing:

"Featherfall... Shadow Hiding... beautiful face... extraordinary Charm... is this a ' Witch '?"

"Was it because she herself was a ' Witch ' that she sensed something abnormal about Franca's appearance and Charm, and decided to follow and observe her?"

Lumian stood up, took four steps, and followed Franca at a distance in a strolling manner.

As for That One woman in Hunting Attire with Orange-Red Long Hair, she remained hidden in the shadows. Lumian had no way of knowing her location, only that she was definitely not far from Franca.

Franca didn't rush to leave Chaillot Town. Like a true tourist, she visited the nearest vineyard, sampled the free Red Wine in the shops, and bought some local specialties.

Around noon, she entered the department store in this affluent town and tried on various styles of Women's clothing.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, Lumian lost sight of Franca and then saw the clean-looking woman in Hunting Attire emerge from the shadows in the corner of the department store, searching around.

She was also dumped by Franca.

A relieved smile appeared on Lumian's adorable dog face.

Getting rid of the imaginary stalker is the final step in today's operation, and Franca, with the help of "Lie" and the ability to Anti-Divination, has done a great job!

She must have used the shoppers here as a cover, pretending to try on clothes, to Change her appearance and leave openly.

After That One Hunting Attire woman returned to the Red House Café after her fruitless search, Lumian also left the Chaillot Town and headed towards the Erato District.

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was still a dog to conduct an on-site survey of the area surrounding Red Swan Castle.

--Guillaume Béné's "Animal Transformation" can last for seven days, after which it will naturally dissipate, and the Ritual must be performed again.

Just as Lumian had predicted, Red Swan Castle was the beige Castle from his Nightmare, stained with the blood of many ancient beings. It stood quietly atop a small hill, surrounded by a small river.

Lumian circled the area several times before arriving at the nearest Church building— the Sacred Heart Monastery of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

Beneath the Sunlight of the lush Green Trees, he crouched quietly, gazing at the magnificent building with its multiple Spire and vast expanses of Golden.

As Lumian watched, he noticed a Golden Dog crouching a dozen meters away, also gazing at the Sacred Heart Monastery.