Every morning, Aeka locked herself in the underground laboratory, surrounded by shelves lined with herbs, vials, and cauldrons. The soft hum of boiling liquids filled the air as the faint fragrance of herbs and flowers wafted through the room. With Elen by her side, Aeka refined her line of beauty products.
Under Aeka's guidance, Elen learned the precise art of mixing, measuring, and balancing ingredients. From milk extractions to the use of herbal infusions, Elen's natural curiosity made her an exceptional assistant. With every lesson, Aeka introduced her to more advanced concepts of chemistry, often hinting at how these techniques could be used in other areas like poison-making.
"Every elixir can be a cure or a curse," Aeka would say with a mischievous grin. Elen's eyes gleamed with fascination, absorbing every lesson like a sponge.
Their work led to the creation of three signature products:
Milk Lotion – A skin-nourishing lotion made from milk, enriched with natural oils and magical extracts. It moisturizes the skin, providing it with a radiant glow and an extra layer of protection.
Makeup Cleanser – A gentle cleanser capable of removing even the most stubborn makeup residue. It cleans deep into the pores, revitalizing the skin and promoting a fresh, healthy glow.
Night Lotion – A nighttime skincare product designed to rejuvenate the skin while its user sleeps. This lotion nourishes the skin deeply, ensuring a refreshed and healthy complexion by morning.
Every day, Aeka's eyes grew sharper with determination. This was her project, her chance to prove herself beyond the battlefield. She worked meticulously, ensuring every product met her high standards.
After a morning of alchemy, Aeka shifted gears. Every afternoon, she trained Vergil's five adopted daughters in the art of combat and the basics of assassination techniques.
Each girl had her own approach to training:
Mina, the eldest, had a strong, commanding presence. Her movements were deliberate and precise, showing natural leadership.
Aria was quick on her feet, nimble and light as a feather. Her agility allowed her to outmaneuver her opponents.
Elen had a strategic mind, often outthinking her opponents. Her skill with poisons and concoctions became a natural extension of her fighting style.
Lira was persistent and methodical. She didn't mind repeated practice and was always the last to leave the training grounds.
Sylvi, the youngest, was the most unpredictable. She combined wild, impulsive movements with sheer instinct, making her unpredictable in battle.
Aeka took a unique approach with each of them, helping them find weapons and techniques that fit their personalities. Wooden swords, daggers, spears, and even small hammers were laid out for the girls to test.
"Pick the weapon that calls to you," Aeka said firmly. "A weapon that doesn't match your spirit will betray you in battle."
Mina gravitated toward the spear, appreciating its range and precision. Aria preferred daggers for their speed and flexibility. Elen, ever the strategist, kept her distance, opting for throwing knives and small, concealable weapons. Lira found comfort in the longsword, while Sylvi, mischievous as always, chose a pair of short swords.
"Don't rush it," Aeka told them as they trained. "Control your breathing. Master your stance. Each of you has potential, but you must find it within yourselves."
Aeka wasn't gentle. Mistakes were corrected on the spot, sometimes with a light tap from a wooden sword. The children groaned, but they grew sharper with each passing day.
When the sun dipped below the horizon, the energy in the mansion shifted. Vergil and Freya returned from their daily work at the Avalorne Clinic, bringing with them the subtle scent of herbs and antiseptics.
Vergil's clinic policy was clear: Every race, whether human, elf, dwarf, or beastman, receives equal treatment. No exceptions. No favoritism. This principle was upheld even if the patient was a noble, a peasant, or an adventurer. All would receive fair treatment. It was a policy that built trust with the townsfolk, but it also earned Vergil a unique reputation.
Back at the mansion, however, the time for mercy was over. Vergil's advanced training sessions for his five daughters were brutal. Each night, he pushed them to their limits, teaching them advanced combat tactics and assassin techniques that tested their patience, courage, and willpower.
"Pain is your teacher," Vergil told them, his eyes cold but not unkind. "Pain tells you where you are weak. Listen to it, learn from it, and grow stronger."
Every night, the sounds of clashing wood echoed through the underground chamber as the five daughters clashed with each other. Vergil corrected them with precision, showing them proper form, timing, and balance. He watched each of them closely, identifying their strengths and weaknesses.
While physical training was essential, Vergil had a larger plan in mind. Each of his daughters would receive specialized training in other fields.
Mina was drawn to medicine. Her interest in anatomy and her natural precision made her a perfect fit. Under Vergil's supervision, she began learning the basics of diagnosis and treatment.
Sylvi shared Mina's love for medicine, but her interests leaned more toward surgery and emergency care. Vergil started teaching her basic surgical procedures using small animals as practice.
Elen was captivated by pharmacy and alchemical concoctions. Aeka welcomed her into her laboratory, guiding her through the world of potions, poisons, and medicine-making.
Lira wanted to become a chef. Freya, with her knowledge of the culinary arts, took her under her wing. They cooked together every morning, practicing recipes both simple and refined.
Aria surprised everyone by expressing interest in sorcery. Magic required a different kind of discipline, but Vergil promised to find a tutor to help her and her sisters develop their magical potential.
Finally, the long-awaited day arrived. Godfrey Montclair, a prominent merchant, arrived at the Avalorne Mansion with his wife in tow. They were greeted by Vergil, who led them to his office. Inside, Aeka and Elen were ready.
The sun poured in through the tall, arched windows of Vergil's office, casting streaks of golden light across the polished oak table. Seated across from Vergil, Godfrey Montclair and his wife, Lady Evelyne Montclair, watched with piqued interest as Aeka and Elen prepared their presentation.
Aeka, ever poised and focused, stood at the center of attention. Her black armor had been replaced with a sleek, elegant black coat, giving her the aura of a refined businesswoman. Elen, standing to her right, was calm but focused, her sharp gaze following every movement her aunt made.
On the table, three bottles of Aeka's signature beauty products sat like royal treasures:
Milk Lotion — A smooth, white lotion stored in a clear glass bottle with a silver-capped lid.
Makeup Cleanser — A gentle, clear liquid in a transparent bottle with a faint, floral tint.
Night Lotion — A soft, pastel-blue cream encased in a frosted glass jar with gold trimming.
Each bottle exuded elegance, craftsmanship, and luxury — a stark contrast to the raw combat and bloodshed Aeka was usually known for.
Aeka started with a slow, deliberate introduction. Her tone was steady but filled with conviction, her gaze shifting between Godfrey and Lady Evelyne.
"Welcome, Lord Godfrey, Lady Evelyne. Thank you for coming today. What you see before you are the fruits of weeks of meticulous craftsmanship and alchemical refinement. These three products represent not only a step forward in beauty care but also a revolution in how beauty can be sustained, preserved, and enhanced with complete safety."
She picked up the first bottle — the Milk Lotion — and raised it for them to see. The creamy white liquid inside shifted slightly with her movement, drawing Lady Evelyne's eyes like a magpie to a gemstone.
"This is the Milk Lotion, a daily skincare product crafted from a blend of purified milk essence, natural oils, and herb-based extracts. It nourishes and moisturizes the skin, granting it a protective layer that serves as both a beauty enhancer and a defense against weather, pollution, and irritation. Think of it as a shield, but one that also nourishes."
Godfrey leaned forward, nodding. "A shield for the skin, you say? So it prevents damage, not just heals it?"
"Correct," Aeka replied smoothly, placing the bottle down and clasping her hands behind her back. "Many products on the market focus on repair after damage occurs. Our approach is different. We fortify the skin before damage can happen. It's a form of 'preventative care.'"
Lady Evelyne raised her hand. "This sounds promising, but milk-based products have a tendency to leave a sticky residue. Does this lotion leave a heavy, greasy feel on the skin?"
Aeka nodded, as if expecting this very question. "That is a common flaw in milk-based products. However, I've solved this by incorporating a rare herb known as Silkra Blossom from the northern valleys. The essence of Silkra creates a 'soft touch' finish, allowing the lotion to sink deep into the skin. Within moments, you won't feel any stickiness — only softness."
Lady Evelyne raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I would like to try it for myself."
"Of course," Aeka said, lifting the bottle with grace. She opened the cap with a satisfying click and poured a small amount onto Lady Evelyne's open palm. "Please, apply it to your hands or, if you're feeling bold, to your face."
Lady Evelyne glanced at her husband, who gave an encouraging nod. She took a small dab of the lotion with her fingers and gently applied it to her cheeks, forehead, and chin in slow, circular motions. Her brows raised as she worked the product into her skin.
"It's light," she murmured, massaging it into her skin. "No… it's weightless. There's no sticky sensation at all." She glanced at her hands, rubbing her fingers together. "Silky… incredibly silky."
Her eyes shot up, locking with Aeka's. "This texture — I've never felt anything like it before. It's as if I've had a fresh mask treatment from a royal spa. How did you manage this?"
Aeka's lips curved into a subtle smile. "A mixture of silkra blossom, milk essence, and enchanted silver grass extract. While milk nourishes, the silver grass purifies, and silkra blossom seals in the smooth finish."
Lady Evelyne leaned closer. "Is this safe for all skin types? Some of my friends have sensitive skin and react poorly to new products."
"Every ingredient was tested on a variety of skin types," Aeka assured her. "We even tested it on beastman skin, which is known for its sensitivity to herbal oils. No allergic reactions, no irritations. I ensure every product is safe, even for the most delicate skin."
Next, Aeka held up the second bottle — the Makeup Cleanser — its translucent liquid catching the sunlight.
"This cleanser is unlike the simple oils or water used by most. With makeup, water alone is insufficient. Powder-based and oil-based products linger inside the pores, causing long-term damage. This cleanser penetrates the skin's surface and dissolves residue at a microscopic level."
Lady Evelyne narrowed her eyes. "You claim it cleans deeper than water? Sounds ambitious. How does it achieve that?"
Aeka stepped forward, pointing to the bottle. "This cleanser utilizes a compound I call 'Lotanix Solvent', a byproduct of enchanted star petals. It binds to makeup particles and draws them to the surface, purging them from the pores. Unlike typical oils, it leaves no greasy residue behind."
"Can it be used daily?" Lady Evelyne asked.
"Absolutely," Aeka confirmed. "It's gentle enough to use every night. No irritation, no burning, only refreshed skin."
Lady Evelyne tapped her cheek thoughtfully. "Interesting… very interesting."
Finally, Aeka unveiled the Night Lotion, its soft blue hue giving it an ethereal glow.
"During sleep, the skin is at its most active state of recovery. The Night Lotion aids that recovery process. While you sleep, it nourishes, repairs, and strengthens the skin. By morning, the skin is refreshed, soft, and ready for the Milk Lotion."
Lady Evelyne gazed at the small blue jar. "Why use a separate lotion at night? Can't one product handle both day and night care?"
"An excellent question," Aeka replied, her tone calm but commanding. "Day and night are two different battlefields. During the day, your skin faces external threats — weather, dirt, and pollutants. At night, the skin focuses on recovery, healing itself. A single product for both purposes would be like wearing battle armor to bed. The Night Lotion is gentler, thicker, and infused with the regenerative properties of Twilight Root."
Lady Evelyne's eyes lit up at the mention of Twilight Root. "Twilight Root… that's a rare ingredient. I've only ever seen it used in luxury serums."
"Correct. But most brands use it inefficiently, charging for its presence but not its potency," Aeka said firmly. "We use a purer, distilled essence of Twilight Root. No gimmicks. Only results."
Lady Evelyne reclined in her chair, hands pressed against her cheeks, marveling at the softness of her skin. Her eyes scanned her reflection in the small handheld mirror provided by Elen. Her gaze shifted from one cheek to the other, and her eyes widened in astonishment.
"It's… smoother," Lady Evelyne muttered, running her fingers along her jawline. "I can't believe it. My skin feels as soft as silk and not a hint of residue. It feels clean, nourished, and firm."
Her husband, Godfrey Montclair, leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he studied his wife's face. His brow raised with pleasant surprise.
"You look… younger," Godfrey remarked, leaning in closer to get a better look. "There's a glow to your face, Evelyne. It's not just the makeup — it's as if your skin itself is radiant."
"Flatterer," Lady Evelyne replied with a smirk, though her gaze shifted back to the lotion bottle. Her fingers hovered over it with the deliberation of a collector considering a rare gem. Her eyes met Aeka's. "This is beyond what I expected. If this is just the prototype, I can't imagine how incredible the final product will be."
Aeka's eyes, sharp as daggers, gleamed with satisfaction. "The final product will be even better, Lady Evelyne. This is merely a glimpse of what's to come."
Godfrey grinned broadly and stood, extending his hand toward Aeka. "We have a deal, then. I'll secure the shop at Châteauclair and prepare for a grand opening. You'll need to stock enough inventory for public demonstrations. I'll bring Lady Evelyne as the perfect living testament to your product's success."
Aeka shook his hand firmly, her grip stronger than expected. Her smile, subtle but razor-sharp, sent a clear message. Confidence. Certainty. Control.
"Consider it done," Aeka said coolly. "I'll ensure a full stock of Milk Lotion, Night Lotion, and Makeup Cleanser for the grand opening. When the nobles see Lady Evelyne as our living example, they'll rush to buy everything we have."
Godfrey chuckled. "Oh, they'll rush alright. Vanity is a powerful motivator." He scratched his beard, eyes thoughtful. "But before we move too quickly, I want to discuss the layout of the store. You mentioned you'd be using your old clinic space in Châteauclair as the base of operations. Have you thought about how you'll design it?"
Aeka glanced toward Vergil, who had been silent the entire time but was now watching the conversation with his arms crossed. Seeing her brother's subtle nod, she stepped forward confidently.
"Of course, Lord Montclair. I've already drafted the layout." She produced a rolled parchment from a side pouch and unfurled it onto the table. The blueprint was precise and detailed, with each section labeled in fine handwriting.
"Here," she began, pointing to the ground floor. "This will be the main storefront. This area will feature large, elegant display shelves for the Milk Lotion, Night Lotion, and Cleanser. A showcase counter will be placed near the entrance to feature promotional products and special seasonal items. This setup is meant to draw in customers the moment they step inside."
"Hmm," Godfrey nodded, rubbing his chin. "That makes sense. People buy with their eyes first. Having those displays up front will capture their attention immediately."
"Exactly," Aeka said, her eyes sharp as ever. "We'll also have demonstration areas where customers can try small samples of the lotion on their hands or faces, just like Lady Evelyne did today. It's crucial that customers feel the effects firsthand. There's no better sales pitch than experience."
Lady Evelyne clapped her hands lightly, her eyes alight with approval. "I agree completely! Once they feel it on their skin, they'll be hooked. I was."
"Moving on," Aeka continued, pointing to the blueprint's second floor, "this will be the clinic and consultation space. This section will be multifunctional. On one side, we'll have a consultation lounge for nobles and high-profile clients who may want personalized skincare routines. Here, they can meet with one of our specialists privately. On the other side, we'll have an extension of Vergil's clinic."
"An extension of the clinic?" Godfrey asked, raising an eyebrow. "You mean to continue offering medical services at the same location?"
"Yes," Aeka replied without hesitation. "Big brother clinic in Châteauclair is already well-known. Why abandon something so valuable? By combining the cosmetic business with the medical practice, we tap into two industries at once. If a patient comes for a health checkup, they may leave with beauty products in hand. If a noble comes for cosmetics, they might seek medical advice while they're there."
Vergil, still leaning quietly against the wall, gave a small nod of approval. "Efficient. People will come for one service and leave with two."
Lady Evelyne's eyes sparkled with admiration. "Ingenious… a beauty shop and medical clinic combined. The nobility will love it. They can discreetly get medical treatment while they shop for skincare products. No one will judge them for visiting a doctor."
Godfrey laughed heartily, his large frame shaking. "A two-in-one service, huh? Clever girl! Most nobles don't want people knowing they're visiting clinics. You'll make them feel like they're pampering themselves while secretly receiving medical care."
"Exactly," Aeka said, her smile widening slightly. "But that's not all. The third floor will be a residential area for the shop's workers and clerks. They'll have a place to live, eat, and rest. Half of the floor will be dedicated to staff quarters, while the other half will be a lounge where they can relax and socialize during off-hours."
"Residential quarters for staff?" Godfrey repeated, his brow furrowed. "Why go through that extra expense?"
Aeka's eyes narrowed, her tone firm. "Loyalty, Lord Montclair. If staff feel secure and cared for, they stay longer, work harder, and don't betray your trust. If they live on-site, there's no worry of them being late for shifts or causing problems in the streets. They'll have no reason to leave."
Vergil's sharp gaze shifted toward Aeka, and for the first time that day, a proud smirk crossed his face. "A smart move," he muttered.
Godfrey crossed his arms, mulling over the logic. "Hmph… I've heard of some merchants using that strategy in large factories, but it's rare for stores." He nodded slowly. "But I see your point. Loyalty and security. If the staff are well-treated, there's less risk of theft or sabotage."
"Exactly," Aeka replied, her eyes cold with precision. "A well-treated worker is an obedient worker. We won't just sell luxury — we'll embody it."
Godfrey extended both hands toward Aeka, this time offering a much stronger, firmer handshake than before. His face was alight with excitement, like a merchant on the brink of striking gold.
"Aeka, you've convinced me," he said, his voice full of admiration. "You're no mere fighter or alchemist. You're a strategist. This plan is ironclad. I'll fund the renovations myself and secure craftsmen to modify the layout of the Châteauclair clinic."
Aeka took his hand once more, her grip just as firm as before. Her eyes, sharp as her blade, didn't blink.
"Good," she said simply. "Let them come. This is only the beginning."
Lady Evelyne, still massaging her soft cheeks, smiled slyly. "I'll tell my friends. They'll all come running once they hear about this. The nobles of Châteauclair love nothing more than exclusive beauty secrets. They'll think it's a rare treasure only they can obtain."
"Then spread the word, Lady Evelyne," Aeka replied, folding her arms confidently. Her eyes flickered with the cold, calculated gaze of someone who had already won the game before it began. "Tell them there's something new in Châteauclair. Tell them beauty has a name — Aeka's Touch."
The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the underground laboratory of Vergil's mansion. The air was filled with the faint scent of herbs, oils, and fresh milk. Flasks of liquids shimmered in hues of gold, white, and pale blue as steam drifted lazily from small alchemical burners. In the center of it all, Aeka stood like a general on the battlefield, her gaze sharp, her hands methodically mixing precise measurements of ingredients.
Her cloak hung loosely around her shoulders, revealing her black armor beneath. Her sleeves were rolled up, and her fingers were stained with traces of crushed herbs and flower extracts. Her sharp, focused eyes were locked on the beakers and vials before her, completely absorbed in the creation of something greater than herself.
Vergil leaned casually against the entrance of the lab, his piercing blue eyes watching his sister in silence. He didn't need to speak. He didn't want to interrupt. This was her moment. Her domain.
Aeka's hands moved with the precision of an assassin handling blades. Every ingredient she added had a purpose, every motion deliberate. She poured the final drop of a floral essence into a beaker filled with creamy white liquid. The moment the two substances mixed, the concoction shimmered briefly before settling into a silky smooth texture.
"Perfect," Aeka whispered to herself. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she swirled the beaker, tilting it back and forth to watch the fluid's consistency. "Stable, smooth absorption, no residue. This will surpass even the prototype."
Vergil stepped forward, his heavy footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Aeka glanced over her shoulder, only for a moment, before returning to her work.
"You've been at this all day," Vergil remarked, his voice low and calm. He approached the table, his eyes briefly scanning the various vials, herbs, and extraction devices. "It's almost midnight, and yet you're still down here."
Aeka wiped her hands on a cloth, her gaze unwavering. "Greatness isn't born from laziness, Brother. If I'm going to mass-produce these products, I need to perfect them first." She placed the beaker onto a rack to cool, then turned to face Vergil, crossing her arms. "No flaws. No compromises. When it hits the market, it will be perfect."
Vergil tilted his head, his gaze unwavering but filled with pride. "You sound like me when I was perfecting the Shadow Step technique," he said with a faint chuckle. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, his gaze calculating. "But I think you've gone further than even I expected."
Aeka turned, walking to a large parchment spread out on a side table. It was a production plan, complete with notes, designs, and logistical strategies. She tapped her finger on the paper, pointing at specific parts of the layout.
"Here's how we'll do it," she said, her voice as sharp as her blade. "I'll hire three key specialists: an alchemist, a botanist, and a chemist. They'll help me scale production. But I won't let them know the full recipe — I'll divide the work into isolated tasks. Each one will only know their part of the process."
Vergil's eyes narrowed with appreciation. "Clever. Keeps them loyal and prevents them from copying you."
"Exactly," Aeka said, tapping the side of her head. "Information control is key. No one outside the family will know the complete formula. I'll oversee final production personally."
Her finger moved to the part of the blueprint marked "Supply Line."
"I'll establish a direct supply chain for fresh milk, herbs, and flowers," she continued. "No middlemen. No delays. I've already identified two suppliers in Châteauclair who can meet our needs. I'll sign exclusive contracts with them."
Vergil raised an eyebrow. "Direct contracts? That's bold. They'll demand high pay."
"I know," Aeka replied coldly. "But we'll negotiate from a position of power. The moment they realize they're supplying ingredients for the most luxurious cosmetic brand in Châteauclair, they'll beg to stay on contract." Her eyes flashed with cold ambition. "If they don't, I'll find someone who will."
Her finger shifted to the "Distribution" section of the plan.
"Distribution will be handled through the Montclair Trading Company," she said. "Godfrey will manage the logistics of getting the products from Châteauclair to other major cities. We'll start small — limited stock, exclusive availability — to build demand."
Vergil nodded slowly, taking it all in. A marketing strategy rooted in scarcity. Smart. By controlling the amount of product on the market, she could inflate its value and make it feel like a luxury.
"Limited supply means people will fight to get it," Vergil said, finishing the thought aloud. "They'll treat it like a status symbol. Nobles love that."
"Exactly." Aeka's grin widened. "We create demand by creating desire. When they finally get it, they'll believe they're part of an exclusive circle. And once they're hooked…" Her fingers mimicked the motion of snapping a trap shut. "They'll never stop buying it."
Vergil watched Aeka as she returned to her work, her hands already reaching for another vial of essential oil. Her focus was absolute, her movements methodical. Her eyes gleamed with an ambition that burned brighter than the flames of the burners.
"Do you know what I see, Aeka?" Vergil said suddenly, his voice echoing softly in the quiet laboratory.
Aeka raised an eyebrow, still focused on her work. "What do you see, Brother?"
"I see someone who's surpassed every expectation I had of her."
Her hands paused. Slowly, she turned to face him, her sharp eyes locking onto his.
"You always had potential," Vergil continued, his voice filled with the rare warmth of an older brother speaking from his heart. "But this… this is beyond what I ever imagined. I trained you in battle. I taught you how to be sharp, how to be ruthless, and how to win." He gestured to the production plan and the shelves lined with experimental products. "But this? This is something I never saw coming."
Aeka's lips curled into a subtle smile. She leaned back against the table, arms crossed, letting his words sink in. Praise from Vergil was rare. She knew it was never given lightly.
"You know me, Brother," Aeka said, her tone quiet but resolute. "If you set a standard, I will surpass it. You cast a long shadow, but I refuse to live in it."
Vergil chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "Good." He stepped forward and placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair like he used to do when they were children. She frowned and swatted his hand away, but he could see the faint blush of warmth in her cheeks.
"You're not in my shadow, Aeka," Vergil said softly, his gaze firm. "You're carving your own path. And honestly? I'm proud of you."
Her eyes widened, the weight of those words hitting harder than any training session. She glanced away, her voice quieter now. "…Don't say stuff like that, Brother. It's embarrassing."
"Ha," Vergil chuckled, his eyes twinkling with rare joy. "Embarrassing or not, it's the truth."
He glanced at the production plan one last time, eyes scanning her strategy, her vision, her ambition. A plan that could build an empire.
"Do you realize what you're about to create?" Vergil asked, his voice quiet but intense. "This isn't just a product line, Aeka. You're building a legacy. Something that will outlast all of us."
Aeka stared at the blueprint, her gaze steady, her heart steady. Her dream was clearer now than ever.
"Yes," she replied, eyes gleaming with steel. "I know exactly what I'm building, Brother." Her gaze shifted toward him, filled with fiery resolve. "And I won't stop until it's perfect."
Vergil's smirk grew wider. He turned, his black cloak billowing behind him as he made his way toward the exit.
"Then I'll leave it to you, little sister," he said without looking back. "Prove me right."
As Vergil left the laboratory, Aeka stared at the blueprint once more. She could hear the distant echoes of her nieces training in the underground chamber beyond the wall. Her heart was steady, her mind sharper than ever.
"Prove you right?" she muttered, a sly grin forming on her face. "I'll do more than that, Brother."
With a flick of her wrist, she poured another vial into the mixture, the soft glow of alchemy lighting up the room. "I'll show the world that the Ragnaros name isn't just known for shadows. It will be known for power."
The morning sun bathed the grand streets of Châteauclair with a soft golden glow. Horse-drawn carriages and merchants crowded the bustling market, but amidst the city's activity, Vergil and Freya walked with purpose. Clad in his white noble clothe and long cloak, Vergil moved like a shadow passing through sunlight — unnoticed yet unmistakably present. Beside him, Freya walked in quiet confidence, her wolf-like ears twitching occasionally as she scanned their surroundings.
Their destination lay on the outskirts of Châteauclair, where Godfrey Montclair's new development project awaited. Unlike the lively markets, this area was quieter, but it pulsed with the steady rhythm of hammers, saws, and the chatter of craftsmen. The faint smell of sawdust and fresh paint filled the air.
Upon arrival, they spotted Godfrey Montclair waiting with his wife, Lady Evelyn Montclair, standing next to him. Evelyn's face was radiant, her skin practically glowing. Her smile was confident, and she seemed to bask in the attention she was receiving from the passing nobles and traders.
When Godfrey spotted Vergil, he grinned and waved. "Ah, Doctor Vergil! Come, come! You're just in time!"
Vergil and Freya approached. His eyes briefly scanned Lady Evelyn's face, noting the subtle but noticeable change. Her skin looked more vibrant, her features sharper. He glanced at Aeka's cosmetic products in his mind, and his lips curled into a subtle smirk. It was already working.
"Looks like your wife is already enjoying the results," Vergil remarked with a nod toward Lady Evelyn.
Godfrey let out a hearty laugh, glancing fondly at his wife. "You have no idea. She spent the whole morning admiring herself in the mirror."
Lady Evelyn blushed lightly but didn't deny it. "Well, a lady must know how to present herself, Doctor Vergil," she replied gracefully. She gently touched her cheek, clearly still surprised at how smooth her skin felt. "This 'Milk Lotion' is unlike anything I've ever used. My skin feels softer, and it has this glow... like I'm ten years younger."
Freya glanced at Lady Evelyn, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "If this becomes public knowledge, nobles will be lining up for it," she said quietly to Vergil.
Vergil's eyes twitched with amusement. "That's the idea."
"Come, let me show you the factory," Godfrey said, turning to lead them down a stone pathway. "We chose this location for its proximity to the main trade routes and access to fresh water. Efficient logistics are the key to success, after all."
As they approached, the sound of construction grew louder. A two-story stone and wood structure rose from the ground, its framework nearly complete. Skilled workers moved with efficiency, hoisting wooden beams, hammering iron fixtures, and securing foundations with enchanted precision tools.
Vergil's eyes swept over the structure. His sharp gaze analyzed every detail — from the alignment of the walls to the flow of foot traffic between work areas. His hand rubbed his chin as he observed the workers.
"Those workers…" Vergil muttered, narrowing his eyes. "I know them."
Godfrey turned, following Vergil's gaze. "Ah, yes. I hired the same crew that built Avalorne. Their reputation has skyrocketed ever since your clinic was built in just three days. Nobles and merchants have been scrambling to hire them."
Vergil's smirk widened slightly. "Good choice."
The crew recognized him too. A few of them waved with smiles, clearly proud to be acknowledged by the man who had trusted them with Avalorne. Vergil nodded back, but his mind was focused on the factory's layout.
Once inside, Godfrey spread out a large parchment on a wooden table — a blueprint of the entire factory. The layout was precise, with each section clearly labeled and color-coded. Vergil stepped forward, his eyes scanning the paper like it was a tactical map.
Main Areas of the Factory Layout:
Ingredient Processing Room – Where raw ingredients like milk, herbs, and oils would be processed.Mixing and Formulation Room – The heart of production, where ingredients are blended into final products.
Bottling and Packaging Room – Where products are placed into bottles, labeled, and sealed.
Storage Warehouse – To store finished products and raw ingredients.
Quality Control Room – For product testing, inspection, and quality assurance.Office and Administrative Area – For paperwork, scheduling, and supply management.
"What do you think, Doctor?" Godfrey asked, folding his arms with a hint of pride. "Aeka had a hand in this design as well. We incorporated her ideas to make the workflow smoother."
Vergil nodded, pointing to the ingredient processing area. "Make sure there's a way to isolate certain ingredients from others. We can't risk cross-contamination."
Godfrey nodded, scribbling a note on the parchment.
Vergil's eyes then moved to the Mixing and Formulation Room. "This room needs to be secure. No one but Aeka and select trusted workers are allowed in. If the full recipe is compromised, it's over."
Freya glanced at him. "Like an assassin guarding their technique, huh?"
"Exactly." Vergil tapped the room's position. "Build reinforced walls and a rune-sealed door. If anyone enters unauthorized, the entire process halts."
Godfrey's brows rose, impressed. "We'll have it done."
Finally, Vergil's gaze settled on the Quality Control Room. His eyes lingered for a moment before he spoke. "This room is where reputations are made or broken. If one flawed product reaches a noble's hands, it's over." He shot Godfrey a hard look. "Make it perfect."
"Understood," Godfrey replied with a serious nod.
As the factory tour concluded, Godfrey and Lady Evelyn remained behind to oversee the construction. Vergil and Freya stood atop a small hill that overlooked the site. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the half-built factory.
Freya glanced at Vergil, tilting her head. "You're smiling."
Vergil raised an eyebrow. "Am I?"
"You are," she said, her wolf-like ears twitching. "It's not that cold, serious smile you give to strangers. This is different."
Vergil folded his arms, gazing at the factory. His eyes weren't sharp with calculation this time — they were softer, filled with pride.
"Of course I'm smiling," he muttered quietly. "Look at it. Look at what Aeka's building." He turned to face Freya, his blue eyes clear and resolute. "I've always known Aeka was talented. But seeing it now… seeing her dream come to life with her own hands…" His gaze returned to the factory, and for a moment, the weight of his words hung in the air.
"…It's something special," he admitted. "She's not following in my shadow anymore. She's carving out something far greater than I ever could."
Freya's eyes softened, her gaze shifting toward the factory. "She's like you in that way. When you build something, it's never small."
Vergil chuckled, his eyes still on the horizon. "No," he agreed. "No, it's never small."
He placed a hand on Freya's head, gently ruffling her wolf-like ears, earning a small yelp of protest. "One day, you'll be like that too. You're already on your way."
Freya's face reddened slightly, and she tried to swat his hand away. "I'm not a child, you know!"
"Of course," Vergil said with a grin, walking ahead of her. His eyes fixed on the half-built factory one last time. His voice softened, his words carried on the gentle evening breeze.
"Make your own shadow, Aeka. Let them see it."
Freya caught up to him, her steps light but her heart full. She glanced at Vergil, noticing how his eyes seemed brighter than usual.
A proud brother. A watchful guardian.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the glow of lanterns illuminated the factory, flickering like fireflies. It would take weeks to finish, maybe months to perfect. But one thing was certain — this was no ordinary factory.
It was the birthplace of an empire.
An empire founded not by shadows, but by the brilliance of a Ragnaros
A week passed, and the renovation of both Vergil's former clinic and the cosmetics factory was completed in a record-setting three days. The speed and quality of the construction left many nobles and merchants in awe, solidifying the reputation of the construction team as the best in Châteauclair.
The factory roared to life as production for Aeka's cosmetics line began. Workers in uniform moved with precision, overseeing every stage of production, from mixing ingredients to bottling the final products. Under Aeka's meticulous supervision, the formulas had been refined to perfection. Each product bore the name "Aeka Touch" — a brand destined to become a symbol of elegance, beauty, and purity.
To mark the grand launch, Lady Evelyn Montclair arranged a private event at her mansion, inviting her closest friends, prominent noblewomen, and the wives of influential merchants. Each guest was eager to see and try the products that had miraculously rejuvenated Lady Evelyn's appearance. Her once tired complexion was now vibrant, and her skin had a healthy, youthful glow that no one could deny.
Meanwhile, Vergil personally sent a formal invitation to Empress Eliza II, requesting her presence at the event. To everyone's surprise, the Empress not only accepted but arrived with her royal entourage. Her presence turned a noble gathering into a grand spectacle. As the Empress stepped into the venue, every guest bowed with respect, their whispers of admiration filling the room.
The event was held in the Montclair Estate's grand hall, where the finest silks draped the walls, and a lavish banquet was laid out for the guests. Aeka, wearing a refined yet modest black gown with her signature black cloak draped over her shoulders, stood at the center of attention. Her soft bob hairstyle framed her face, giving her an air of maturity and elegance.
"Ladies and esteemed guests," Lady Evelyn began, her voice carrying grace and authority. "Today, I am proud to introduce to you a line of products that have transformed me in ways I never imagined possible. Thanks to the brilliance of Aeka Ragnaros, we now have access to a beauty regimen that doesn't rely on dangerous chemicals or questionable methods."
Aeka stepped forward with a confident yet humble smile. "Thank you, Lady Evelyn. As she said, I am Aeka Ragnaros, the creator of Aeka Touch. My goal was simple — to create safe, natural, and effective beauty products for every woman. No mercury. No white lead. No hidden poisons. Only ingredients that nourish and enhance your natural beauty."
Her words were met with murmurs of approval, and several noblewomen leaned closer, clearly intrigued. Empress Eliza II, sitting in a high-backed chair, watched with an amused smile, clearly interested in what was to come.
Aeka stepped aside, revealing a display of the three core products:
Milk Lotion – A day-use lotion made from a blend of milk extracts and natural herbs. It nourished and fortified the skin, acting as both skincare and a primer for makeup.
Makeup Cleanser – A gentle cleanser designed to remove makeup and impurities deep within the pores, leaving skin fresh and radiant.
Night Lotion – A nutrient-rich lotion to be applied before sleep, allowing the skin to recover and repair during rest.
Aeka demonstrated the application process using a volunteer from the crowd. Several noblewomen stepped forward, eager to experience the product, but Lady Evelyn's closest friend, Lady Brielle, was chosen.
"Let's begin with the Milk Lotion," Aeka said, taking a small bottle from the display. She poured a small amount onto her fingertips and gently applied it to Lady Brielle's face. "This product nourishes and protects the skin, leaving a smooth, soft surface. It can also act as a base for your makeup, making it last longer throughout the day."
The onlookers watched closely as Lady Brielle's skin appeared to glow within moments of the application. The smooth texture and light fragrance of the lotion left an immediate impression. "It's so light," Lady Brielle said, touching her face with a look of astonishment. "It doesn't feel sticky at all."
Next, Aeka presented the Makeup Cleanser, explaining how it cleanses deeply, unlike water, which only removes surface-level impurities. Aeka poured a small amount onto a soft cloth and demonstrated on the back of her hand, where she had applied a layer of makeup earlier. As she wiped, the makeup dissolved completely, revealing clean, fresh skin beneath.
"Unlike water, which only washes away surface dirt, this cleanser penetrates the pores and removes residue that water alone cannot reach," Aeka explained. "It leaves your skin refreshed, not dry, and prepares it for proper hydration with the Night Lotion."
Lady Evelyn nodded in agreement. "It's far more effective than anything I've used before." Several noblewomen gasped, clearly sold on the idea.
Finally, Aeka introduced the Night Lotion, explaining its importance. "While you sleep, your skin works to repair itself. The Night Lotion supports this process, providing it with the nourishment it needs. When you wake up, your skin will be smoother, softer, and ready to face the day with the protection of the Milk Lotion."
As Aeka concluded, the noblewomen broke into conversation, eager to obtain the products for themselves. Several glanced at Empress Eliza II, curious about her opinion.
The Empress rose from her chair, her gaze locked on Aeka. "I am impressed," she declared, her voice commanding the attention of the room. "These products are revolutionary. Lady Evelyn's transformation is proof enough of their effectiveness. I would like to order the first batch for the royal court."
The room erupted in polite applause, and the noblewomen immediately swarmed around Lady Evelyn and Aeka, desperate to place their orders.
Back at the mansion, Aeka sat at the dinner table with Vergil, Freya, and Vergil's five adopted daughters. The glow of the candles illuminated Aeka's face, revealing a tired but satisfied expression.
"You did it," Vergil said, setting his fork down as he gazed at his younger sister. "The Empress herself recognized your talent. That's not something just anyone can achieve."
Aeka rubbed the back of her neck, exhaustion finally catching up with her. "It's just the beginning, Brother. The demand will grow. We need to increase production, hire more workers, and expand the factory."
Vergil leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. "Don't downplay it, Aeka. This is monumental. I always knew you were talented, but I underestimated you. I thought I was the one guiding you. But today, you've shown me that you've already surpassed every expectation I had."
Aeka's eyes widened, her gaze dropping to her plate. "Brother… I'm still learning. I'm just following your teachings."
Vergil shook his head. "No. You've made something of your own. Something uniquely yours. You've done more than follow me — you've outgrown me. And as your brother, I couldn't be prouder."
Silence filled the room for a moment, but it wasn't awkward. It was a shared moment of pride and reflection. Freya watched quietly, offering a smile of approval.
"We'll make it work," Vergil said, raising his glass of water. "To Aeka Touch. May it touch the hearts and faces of every noble in Châteauclair and beyond."
"To Aeka Touch!" the others cheered, raising their glasses.
And thus, Aeka Touch became a sensation not only in Châteauclair but throughout the Britalienne Empire. With Empress Eliza II's endorsement, demand skyrocketed, and nobles from across the realm sought to claim the first shipments of the cosmetics. Aeka's dream of creating safe, accessible beauty products had come to life, and with Vergil's support, her legacy had only just begun.