In the evening, at Rose Iron Prison.
Aiden sat in his office, before him was the long table he was familiar with, adorned with pumpkin lamps, and the five Great Witches shrouded in gray mist—the credentials of the Great Witch projected the space summoned by Abigail right before his eyes.
He had come today to meet with the assembly of witches to report on the market status of their collaborative project in its first week since launch.
"—In conclusion, just as we had initially anticipated, the response to our new product's launch has been very positive," Aiden summarized. "Although currently, due to cost reasons, we can only target the high-end market, in a horizontal comparison, not a single competing product poses a threat to our merchandise. I've already got a pile of orders from sales merchants... We won't have to worry about not being able to sell our products for at least the whole next year."
