After dinner, Nightingale returned to her bedroom with the box. Before she could even open it, Lightning, Maggie, Lily, and Mystery Moon rushed in, their eyes sparkling as they stared at the cardboard box in her hand.

"What's wrong?" Wendy couldn't help but laugh. "Want to see what's inside?"

Except for Lily, the three nodded eagerly.

"Your Highness is biased!" Lightning grumbled. "Not letting us drink wine is one thing, but why don't we even get presents!"

"He said he's only giving them to adult witches," Lily sighed. "Just ask him for one when you grow up. Besides, I don't care at all about what's inside, why did you drag me over here?"

"Huh," Mystery Moon said, stunned. "I only called you once, I didn't drag you."

"I—"

"Hold on, that's not the point!" Lightning shouted. "Mystery Moon is an adult, and Maggie is an adult, but they didn't get any!"

"That's right, goo," Maggie brushed the white hair away from her face and raised her chin in protest. "I didn't get any, goo!"

"This... His Highness probably has his own reasons," Nightingale also felt a little strange. Roland had never treated everyone differently before, so why were the gifts being given selectively this time? "Let's see what's inside first."

Opening the box, a strange piece of clothing came into view. It looked like it was made of several cloth straps and pouches. It felt very soft, and the material was clearly high-quality silk, but it didn't look like a piece of clothing at all, because it was just too small.

"There's a piece of paper at the bottom," Lightning exclaimed.

Nightingale unfolded the paper and found that it contained a description of the gift and how to use it, with illustrations beside the instructions.

"Uh..." Wendy also opened her box. "This thing is called a bra?"

"...It can relieve the weight on the breasts, promote blood circulation, stabilize posture, and reduce discomfort from friction." Nightingale's voice grew softer and softer, and she felt her cheeks suddenly become hot. This thing was actually used to support the breasts? She couldn't help but look at Wendy, only to find that all the witches were staring at her, with expressions of understanding on their faces.

"Pfft," Lily couldn't help but laugh. "Now you know why you didn't get any presents, right? Tsk tsk, I'll correct my previous statement. Lightning probably won't get this present even when she grows up."

"Says the one who probably won't get one either," Mystery Moon glared at her.

"I don't care anyway," the latter rolled her eyes.

"This is similar to a corset, right?" Only Lightning was completely unmoved, her eyes filled with curiosity and envy. "Can you put it on for me to see?"

"Of course not!" Wendy rarely showed an embarrassed expression, and after chasing all four of them out, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Why would His Highness suddenly... give us this?"

Nightingale also felt a little embarrassed. It was fine to give intimate clothing; usually, everyone's clothes and supplies came from the castle, and no one felt embarrassed. But this obviously needed to be sized for different people to wear, which meant that Roland had carefully observed everyone's... size before? This thought made her blush, and she couldn't help but want to hide in the mist.

That's right, what would Anna do?

"I'll be back in a moment," Nightingale said, unfolding the mist, passing through the wall, and hesitating for a moment at the door of Anna's bedroom before finally choosing to knock and enter.

The door was quickly opened, and Anna was wearing a bathrobe, with the same expression as usual. "What's the matter?"

"Uh, I wanted to ask..." Nightingale turned around and closed the door after entering the room. "What do you think of the gift His Highness gave you?"

"I've already put it on, it's quite convenient."

Her answer caught her off guard. "Already put it on?"

"Yeah," Anna nodded. "Do you want to see?"

"N-no, never mind," she waved her hands in a panic, hesitating. "I just wanted to ask, don't you think it's strange to give this?"

"Why?" Anna asked, puzzled. "His Highness also said that he wants to promote this and sell it as a product to more people, so he needs us to help him try it on. And this is quite good," she patted her chest. "It's soft and light, and other than the hook on the back being a little inconvenient to take off, it's much better than wearing an extra layer of underwear."

So that's how it is... Nightingale couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She didn't pay attention to these trivial details at all, but focused on His Highness's goal. Perhaps this was what made her different, pure and direct. As a gift from Roland, Nightingale knew that she would try it on no matter what, so why be so coy? It was the same before, there was no need to hide, she should just tell him her thoughts frankly - if it were Anna, she would definitely do that, right?

Thinking of this, Nightingale returned to her room, studied the bra for a while, hid in the mist to hook it on, then put on her outer clothes and reappeared in front of Wendy.

"It's a little big," she tried to jump, "but it's much more comfortable to wear, at least I don't have to worry about the clothes being too rough and chafing my chest. And it doesn't affect activity at all, and it can save the cloth straps for binding the chest, it's quite convenient... you should try it too."

"No, I think I'll pass..." Wendy shook her head.

"That won't do," Nightingale chuckled, pulling her into the mist. "I always feel like His Highness designed this piece of clothing because of you."

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Sylvie felt that she had seen more strange things today than she had in the past few years.

Pipes that flowed water with the flick of a switch, soap that emitted a faint fragrance, and white wine that burned like fire down the throat - and Evelyn could even drink all three cups with His Highness?

Of course, the most incredible thing was the clothing given after dinner... She knew that nobles did give corsets as gifts, but others would at least pair them with a waisted dress, there was no reason to give this directly. And even if it was given as a gift, the recipients were mostly very intimate people... such as "lovers".

But according to His Highness's meaning, he not only wanted to give intimate clothing to the witches, but also planned to promote it and popularize it in the Western Territory? Sylvie couldn't help but shiver. No noble would choose to do this kind of business himself, or was it... that he had an extraordinary interest in breasts and buttocks?

After Nightingale pulled Wendy into the mist, she could only vaguely see two blurry light shadows floating around the bed - they hadn't come out for so long, obviously, under the former's instigation and encouragement, Wendy had most likely accepted this gift. Then what about the other witches? Did they not understand the meaning of giving intimate clothing?

Remembering Ashes's warning, Sylvie couldn't help but swallow.

She was right - His Highness was a dangerous person, and if possible, she should stay away from him. (。 )