"I haven't gotten hold of the 'Immortality Magic' yet, but I have already seen the contents you mentioned."
In the separate lounge on the first floor of the Rothschild Estate, the young witch, elegantly dressed but not intending to attend the banquet, cut straight to the chase as soon as Shard entered the room.
The room was quite spacious, with a group of sofas positioned near the window. Outside the window was the thick night atmosphere of the estate, and the light from the courtyard's floor-standing gas lamps appeared so faint.
Miss Sylvia's silhouette was reflected on the glass. The young Grand Witch was wearing a black long dress today, with dark purple lace trim at the hem, topped with a large, exaggerated wide-brimmed hat adorned with a ring of petals.
She had light makeup on her face, and the color of the lipstick on her lips was indistinguishable to Shard. After Shard sat down, he clearly smelled the parfum "Witch's Scent."
