The Gift
The Gift
"What's up?" Wendy could not help but laugh. "Would you like to see what's in the box?"
Three of them nodded continuously other than Lily.
"His Highness is eccentric!" Lightning muttered, "We're not allowed to drink the liquor and we don't even have a gift now!"
"He mentioned it was only for the grown-up adult." Lily sighed. "You can ask from him after you become an adult and I don't really care about what's inside. Why did you pull me here?"
"Hey," Mystery Moon said in shock, "I just called for you, I didn't pull you here."
"I..."
"Stop, this isn't the point!" Lightning shouted, "Mystery Moon and Maggie are adults, but they don't have any gift!"
"Indeed, coo!" Maggie pulled the white hair which was covering up her face back and raised her chin to protest. "I didn't have too, coo!"
"About this... His Highness probably had his own considerations." Nightingale felt a little strange about this as Roland never treated anyone differently but he only selected some to present the gift this time. "Let's just take a look at what's inside first."
A strange "clothing" appeared after the box was opened—it looked like a composition of several straps and cloth pocket. It felt very soft and the material was obviously the fine silk, but it was too small to be a clothing no matter from which angle it looked.
"There's a slip of paper underneath," Lightning yelled.
Nightingale unfolded the paper and found the introduction and the function of the gift. There were even pictures beside it.
"Uh huh..." Wendy also opened her own box. "This is a bra?"
"... It can relieve the weight of the chest, promote the blood circulation, stabilize the posture, and reduce the discomfort caused by the friction." Nightingale's voice was getting softer, and her cheek suddenly became hot. It was actually something to hold the chest. She could not help but look at Wendy, only to find that all the witches were looking at her with an enlighted look.
"Pftt," Lily laughed and said, "now you know why you have no gift? Tsk tsk, I correct my previous argument. Lightning may probably not have this gift after she becomes an adult."
"You're talking as if you'll definitely have," Mystery Moon stared at her and said.
"Who cares!" The latter rolled her eyes.
"Is this similar to the corset?" Only Lightning was remained unmoved and her eyes were full of curiosity and envious. "Can you wear it for me to see?" said she.
"Of course not!" Wendy revealed the embarrassing look that she rarely had. She felt a little relieved after chasing all four of them out. "How could His Highness suddenly... send us this?"
Nightingale felt a little embarrassed. It was okay to simply send underclothings. No one felt embarrassed as all the thing they normally used were taken from the castle. However, this obviously needed to fit the different sizes of different people, which also meant that Roland had been carefully observed each of their sizes before. The thought had made Nightingale blushed that she almost wanted to hide in the Mist.
Oh yeah, what would Anna do?
"I'll be right back," Nightingale said. She spread the Mist and walked through the walls. She hesitated for a while when she reached Anna's bedroom door, and finally chose to knock on the door.
Soon, the door was opened and Anna was wearing her nightgown, looking as usual. "What's the matter?"
"Uh, I want to ask..." Nightingale entered the room and turned around to close the door. "What do you think about... the gift from His Highness?"
"I've already put it on, it's pretty convenient."
Anna's answer caught her off guard. "You've already put it on?"
"Yes," Anna nodded and said, "Do you want to take a look?"
"No, no." She wagged her hands and hesitated. "I just want to ask if you find it weird for His Highness to give us this?"
"Why?" Anna asked with confusion. "His Royal Highness mentioned that he wanted to promote it and sell it as a merchandise, so he needed us to try it. And it's pretty good," she patted her chest and said, "it's soft and light. Other than the hook behind isn't easy to take off, it's better than wearing an extra layer of clothes."
[I see....] Nightingale could not help but feel emotional, She did not care about these minutiae things but mainly focusing on the goal of His Highness, perhaps this was where she was different, simple and straightforward. As for the gift from Roland, Nightingale knew that she would try it anyway, so why should she be so affectedly bashful? It was the same for her before, so it was unnecessary to hide but to tell him what she was thinking directly—Anna might do in this way?
Thinking about it, Nightingale returned to her room. She picked up the bra and studied it. She hid inside the Mist to buckle it before she put on the coat and re-appeared in front of Wendy.
"It's slightly big." She tried to jump. "But it's really comfortable to wear, at least the rough clothing doesn't painfully rub on my bo*bs. It doesn't affect the mobility and it's very convenient without the need to use the strap to tie up my bo*bs... You also have a try."
"No, I don't want to..." Wendy shook her head.
"How can it be." Nightingale chuckled and pulled Wendy into the Mist. "I still feel that His Highness designed this for you."
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Sylvie felt that the odds she had seen today were more than those she had seen in the past few years.
The water would flow out from the water pipe as long as she turned on the switch, a soap that could emit delicate fragrance, and the general white-liquor that would sting the throat—while Evelyn could drink up all three glasses with His Highness?
The most incredible thing, of course, was the clothes that were given after dinner... She knew there was a practice of giving corset among the noble, but at least others would give it with a tunic. It was not really common to give simply the corset. But the object was extremely close if it was given as a gift... For example, lover.
However, it sounded like His Highness not only wanted to give the underclothes to the witches but also intended to popularize it widely within the Western Region domain. Sylvie could not help but shiver. [Which noble will choose to do this business in person, or perhaps... he has an extraordinary interest in bo*bs and a*ses?]
Nightingale pulled Wendy into the Mist, she could only vaguely see two blur shadow floating around—she had not come out for a long time. Obviously, Wendy had probably accepted this gift under the former's instigation. What about the other witches? Did not they understand the meaning of sending underclothes?
Sylvie could not help but swallow after remembering Ashes' warning.
She was right—His Highness was a dangerous figure, and it was better to stay further from him if she could.