Chapter 169: Custom School Uniforms
Alice was flipping through Roselle's diary.
"So, it turns out that the clean streets are thanks to Emperor Roselle... I misunderstood him; he did do some good things," Alice sighed, shaking her head, and started thinking about the taste of roasted swan.
... This used to be a protected animal!
Alice shook her head again and turned to the second page.
Compared to the first page, which was full of daily trivialities and jokes, the second page was much more information-dense.
"So, 'Alchemists' can imbue objects with souls? But this ritual..." Alice frowned slightly.
The "Winner" ritual had characteristics that fit the "Fate" pathway, while Klein needed to take the potion amidst the singing of mermaids to ascend to "Master of Puppets."
These two rituals themselves were neither good nor evil, but the "Alchemist" ritual was entirely different. Just hearing the content of the ritual gave a sense of chaos and evil.
Extracting all life force within a certain area, turning soil into sand, drying up lakes...
Thinking of the law of conservation of extraordinary characteristics and the law of conservation within similar sequences, Alice realized that the essence of this world seemed to be filled with madness and despair.
This was still too distant for the current Alice. She just sighed slightly and turned to the third page, then fell into deep thought.
"April 23rd, these nobles are really a mess! I thought Lady Karen was interested in my intellect, which is why she seduced me into bed. Who knew her husband, the Count of Champagne, was peeking from the next room, and was even excited, wanting to sodomize me!
"I'm sorry, I really couldn't accept it, so I kicked him out of the room.
"Compared to their family, I'm just an innocent child!"
... Huh?
For a moment, Alice didn't know whether to lament the complex emotional relationships among the Intis nobles or to marvel at Emperor Roselle's colorful private life.
Emperor Roselle, you must not have thought anyone would understand Chinese when you wrote this...
Thinking of Bernadette, Alice suddenly realized something.
Hmm... One transmigrator is the protagonist of an era, two can be dual protagonists, three, four...
Your era's anti-theft system is really too weak!
Since it's like this, there's no guarantee there won't be other transmigrators... So, can I copy the page that says "The taste of a witch is really good" several times and spread it around...
After successfully stopping herself from teaching Bernadette Chinese, another dangerous idea began to stir in Alice's mind.
Temporarily setting aside those chaotic thoughts, Alice's gaze fell on the last line of this page of the diary.
"What is a miracle?
"Resurrection is a miracle!"
So, this is why Klein can come back to life...
Alice tilted her head, deciding not to think about such complicated issues, and instead focused on how to spread "The taste of a witch is really good" throughout Ruen.
Maybe start with Backlund... Sell Roselle's diary at extraordinary gatherings!
Thinking of this, Alice took out paper and pen, recalled that page of the diary, and copied it down.
After finishing the transcription, Alice looked at her work and sighed after two seconds: "If only I had this kind of memory when I was in school..."
...
Detective Sherlock Moriarty, our Klein, was working on a difficult commission.
He was trying to recreate dumplings in Ruen's environment.
Moreover, besides recreating them, there was another crucial difficulty... How to teach Alice?
After listening to Alice's detailed description of her endless cycle of adding more water when there was too much flour and more flour when there was too much water, Klein seriously doubted his ability to teach her.
... So why did he agree back then!
Klein stood helplessly in the kitchen, hoping someone would rescue him from this situation.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. Without even taking off his simple apron, he quickly left the kitchen to open the door.
Outside was a somewhat unexpected visitor, with hair slicked back and a handsome yet delicate appearance: the vampire Emlyn White.
...
Alice was holding a draft paper and introducing her high school uniform to the tailor.
Thanks to Emperor Roselle, suffocating corsets and heavy crinolines did not become popular in this era, but intricate skirts, layered lace, and elaborate embroidery were still the mainstream of noble women's clothing.
Alice remembered that Audrey dressed like this.
Apart from such formal attire, Ruen's popular casual wear was much simpler, but still seemed layered and cumbersome.
Most of the time, Alice preferred Intis-style clothing, which was obviously influenced by Emperor Roselle; you could even find short skirts and stockings in it.
As expected of you, Emperor Roselle.
But it must be said, this saved Alice a lot of trouble—at least Ruen's popular clothes would look very strange with a high school uniform over them.
Even Intis-style clothing needed some adjustments, but overall, it was much better than having Alice design a whole set of clothes from scratch, after all, she studied art, not fashion design.
After fully understanding the design concept of the entire outfit, the tailor's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "These clothes are very convenient!"
"Yes," Alice sighed softly, "they don't get dirty easily, are easy to wash, and are very loose, so you don't need to change them as you grow, and they can be worn all year round..."
The tailor's eyes gradually brightened: "Miss, are you selling your design?"
Alice was slightly stunned, stared at the tailor for two seconds, and then replied, "I need to ask my lawyer before deciding."
Alice quickly found an excuse to leave, to avoid the tailor discovering that she actually knew nothing.
Of course, what she said to the tailor wasn't entirely perfunctory; she did plan to ask... ask Klein before deciding.
Klein wasn't a lawyer, but Alice had no experience finding a lawyer—this was something a private detective was more familiar with.
...
"So..." Klein's mouth fell open in surprise, "you really went to customize your high school uniform?"
Alice blinked twice.
Klein looked at Alice for a while, finally gave up persuading her, and pondered, "This design isn't worth much, right? And such things are easy to imitate once there's a first example, right?"
"So what should I do?" Alice blinked.
"Well..." Klein looked at Alice thoughtfully and asked, "You still remember the appearance of other clothes, right?"
"... I'm not a fashion design student," Alice said tactfully.