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No wonder she's the go-to choice in so many fan fiction stories.
Edgar watched intently and gave his verdict.
Vermouth was still kneeling on the ground, hands folded in front of her chest, her two exaggerated curves pressed together and slightly deformed.
"Master, what should I do next?"
Oh? She already changed how she addresses me. Now that's a quick learner.
"Leave the rest to me."
Edgar smiled with satisfaction and reached out his hand.
Seeing this—
Vermouth quickly straightened her back and arched her body upward with force.
If she wasn't kneeling…
She probably would've tackled him chest-first.
Akemi Miyano: "..."Shiho Miyano: "..."
The two sisters' eyes instantly sharpened.
This woman really has no shame.
Akemi warned, "Shiho, you'd better be careful from now on. This woman isn't playing around."
"I know," Shiho nodded.
This witch… she's really something.
She's not even officially his familiar yet, and she's already this desperate for his attention.
For some reason…
Shiho suddenly felt a sense of danger rising within her.
"…Maybe… Sis, you should help me out instead?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Shiho blushed.
Oh my god—what the hell did I just say?
"Huh?" Akemi blinked, stunned.
Did her little sister… evolve this fast?
She's completely abandoned human morals, hasn't she?
Edgar looked at the scene and calmly said, "A bit lower. I need space to carve the mark."
"Y-Yes, understood," Vermouth replied weakly, realizing she had misunderstood the situation.
But…
What is the ritual to become a demon like?
"Is this position okay now?" Vermouth lowered her arms slightly.
"Perfect," Edgar nodded, and dropped a bead of blood onto her skin.
Buzz!
A light shimmered.
Mysterious glyphs briefly flickered across her body.
Thump! Thump-thump!
Vermouth's pupils shrank. The sound of her heartbeat was deafening.
Something inside her was changing.
It felt like… something was surging forth.
This must be… the so-called demonic power?
At the same time—
Lines of data began to appear:
[Name: Vermouth]
[Race: Demon]
[Master: Edgar Lucifergus]
[Level: LV9]
[Skill: Demon Mask]
[Demon Mask: Allows full transformation of appearance, voice, even aura. Can perfectly replicate others.]
...
Looking at the info, Edgar fell deep into thought.
Other than Gurefia…
The three others who reincarnated into demons were all Level 9.
Seems like his demon contract grants a special perk.
Even regular humans—
Once turned into demons, they start off at the peak of the lower demon class.
Setting aside the theory for now, Edgar looked down.
"Demon Mask, huh…"
A transformation-type skill?
His eyes glimmered.
This skill suits Vermouth perfectly.
But more importantly—
That phrase "perfect replication" really stood out.
Descriptions that vague usually hide something big.
Soon after!
Edgar checked his own status panel.
Well…
Nothing much had changed. Only a new skill had been added: Demon Mask.
He took out pen and paper, jotted down Vermouth's stats, and handed the sheet to her.
"What's this?" Vermouth blinked, a little puzzled.
"The info on my familiars' abilities," Edgar explained simply.
"Ohhh, I see," Vermouth nodded, getting excited.
The gates to a new world had finally opened for her.
Without hesitation, she lowered her head and began reading.
Edgar Lucifergus…
So that's Master's full name.
She repeated it silently a few times in her mind, committing it fully to memory.
She was very self-aware.
As a familiar—
She had to start with the basics.
Then she continued reading.
LV9?
Why does this feel like an RPG?
Muttering a quick joke to herself, she reached the part about her skill.
"Hmm… It doesn't seem that different from my old disguise technique?"
She muttered under her breath and decided to try it out.
Once she understood the skill—
Activating it came almost instinctively.
Buzz!
In a flash, a stream of faces rushed through her mind.
Anyone she had knowledge of, she could replicate.
The more she knew about the person, the more flawless the transformation.
Finally…
She looked at Shiho Miyano.
A moment later—
Light flickered briefly across her body.
In an instant—
Another "Shiho Miyano" stood right there.
She raised her hands to gauge her chest size, then smirked smugly. "Heh, as expected. I still win."
Shiho Miyano: "..."
This woman is asking to die.
Shiho gritted her teeth and subconsciously glanced down.
Damn it.
She really… might be slightly bigger...
Edgar eyed this "Shiho Miyano" and nodded to himself.
Impressive.
Not even the slightest deviation.
Even her aura was a perfect match.
But—
Was that all?
Edgar said, "Vermouth, try sensing your current state."
"See if you can feel any other abilities."
"Yes, Master."
"Shiho" nodded and gently closed her eyes.
Immediately, a stream of knowledge surfaced.
She raised her fair hand and began to channel her demonic power.
Buzz!
A faint blue magic circle began to glow in her palm.
"That's… Wind Blade Magic?" Shiho's eyes widened, shocked.
Seeing this—
Edgar revealed a knowing smile.
Just as he thought.
This was the true horror of the Demon Mask skill.
It didn't just copy appearances and auras.
It could even replicate techniques.
"Use it. I want to see how strong it is."
"Yes, Master," Vermouth nodded and cast the spell.
Snap!
Edgar casually swatted the wind blade apart with a single hand.
"Looks like it's weaker than mine," Shiho exhaled in relief.
"That's expected," Edgar said thoughtfully. "It's likely tied to Vermouth's own power."
Shiho was a mid-rank demon, far stronger than Vermouth right now.
But this also meant…
If Vermouth's power grows—
She could potentially surpass the original.
"Oh, right. Vermouth, try transforming into me."
As soon as Edgar gave the order, Vermouth activated her skill.
But—
Nothing happened.
Vermouth tilted her head in confusion.
The skill worked fine… Or maybe the Master is just… special?
Seeing her puzzled look, Edgar quietly nodded.
As expected—since the power came from him, it couldn't be used on him.
Meanwhile—
Vermouth deactivated the ability, her eyes sparkling with thoughts.
Now…
She had finally become Master's familiar as she wished.
But—
She was clearly the lowest-ranked among them.
Her rivals? Two sisters, with built-in synergy buffs.
That means—if she wanted to win, she had to be proactive.
Thinking this, Vermouth jumped toEdgar's side and grabbed onto his arm tightly.
Edgar immediately felt himself sink into a wave of softness.
With seductive eyes, Vermouth whispered, "Master, I deeply apologize for my earlier behavior."
"I feel so guilty… Please, punish me."
Hmph, so what if they're sisters?
With Demon Mask, she could become anyone.
Edgar raised a brow, amused as he looked at her.
So she's just going to hit on me straight up now?
But… he kinda liked that.
Without warning, he scooped Vermouth up and tossed her onto the sofa.
Shiho Miyano: "..."Akemi Miyano: "..."
"..."
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