Next morning!

I woke up the following morning. For once I was on the outer edge. Actually, I was alone. Huh. I guess tonight I was the first to last to wake up. I yawned and considered laying in bed but my growling stomach put a stop to that idea. I crept to the dinning area for all non dinner meals. Iris and Freya were sipping tea.

“Goodmorning sister!” they both said.

I yawned and waved. Upon reaching the little track device, I wrote my breakfast order. Just egg toast and bacon, with some tea. I placed the note on and watched it be carried to Marianne.

“You look tired still sister Rosemary,” Iris said. “I know you used a lot of mana yesterday. Are you sure you don’t need more rest?”

“I am sure I will perk up,” I said. “Come to think of it. It isn’t like I have an assigned post. Master hasn’t told me to do anything in particular.”

“The Lady of the Night wants your help with something,” Freya said.

I stood up instantly. “Where is she?”

“Calm down!” Iris said “She said to let her know when you are done with breakfast. Not before. I think she is with Natalia actually, if I see her I will let her know you are awake.”

I sat back down slowly. “Fair enough.”

“So, do you know tons of sexy magic?” Iris asked.

“Hmm?” I said as I picked up my plate of food.

“That compersion spell was really incredible. And you made Elise’s breasts bigger. And The Lady of the Night’s face looked so much younger! I was just wondering how much more you could do.”

I titled my head. “I guess I know a few spell, it’s not like I researched spells for sex. I just read a lot on magic. What kind of thing would you want?”

“I wouldn’t mind a cup size. Not as much as Elise. Can it just be a bit bigger?” Iris asked looking at her own breasts. “And maybe something for my hair?”

“The boob cream actually only gives a bit, Elise had to use it like twenty times. So yeah, that’s easy. We still got some,” I said. “Your hair. Hmmm. I don’t currently have anything and we lack the supplies to make anything quite like that right now. But, I’m sure Lillian wants to make more offerings to the goddess of beauty. If we get some more phoenix feathers. I could probably manage something.”

“I’m on it!” Freya said with a salute. “Give me some time and I’ll get as many as I can.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Iris asked.

“We have been farming a lot of materials. We should probably expand the garden. I heard we do monthly trips to town. Maybe one of those, I would love to get some seeds. So getting the land ready for planting would be quite useful.”

Iris nodded.

“I’d consider helping you first, but,” I looked at my empty plate.

“Of course. The Lady of the Night first,” Iris said.

“If you can find some blackberries, that would be useful,” I said.

“Like magic blackberries? Is that a normal thing?” Iris asked.

“Not just like wild blackberries. If there are any on the estate. Like a pound of them would be good,” I said.

With that I moved away to look for the Lady of the Night.

It didn’t take long. She was actually walking towards the kitchen. “Good, you are awake Rosemary! There is an issue we have wanted your opinion on. Today is the perfect day for me and Natalia to supervise. Ready?”

I gave a curtsy. “Of course my Lady.”

She led us down to a basement, was given off dungeon vibes. Natalia waited nearby.

“Natalia doesn’t know about the charm,” The Lady of the Night said. “So don’t speak to loudly. She is nearby in case. This is the prisoner.”

I turned the corner and froze. It was Brenda. Valeria’s granddaughter.

“Rosemary! You… wait. Why are you wearing one of those slut **** uniforms! No! Rosemary! Don’t tell me!” Brenda shouted.

The Lady looked at me. “You know each other?”

I nodded. “Yes, this is Brenda. I now understand why she was able to resist-”

“Rosemary! Shut up! Don’t tell them! Don’t betray your friends for some sick bastard!”

“Mind your mouth!” The Lady snapped. “Sister. Please do-”

“As if I would listen to you head bitch! I came here to save you all! All you had to do is not stop me!” Brenda screamed.

I… my mind was racing. Brenda? My friend. My best friend’s grand daughter. I remember six months ago seeing her in the royal capital gala. I promised her I would help her. And now here she was. Her eyes begging me.