Wolfe looked down at the to that Stephanie had compiled with a sense of satisfaction. Two hundred pages, detailing over twenty essential spells and theories, in order, and separated by Elent for easy index, just the way that he had worked them out today.
Sophie was sitting at the table, working on her howork, the sa as she had been all day, and it was almost dinner ti, after which they would be going up to the spire to start the day's ceremony.
Two days in a row was a lot of new Familiars, but the Rank Three Witches were going to go right when the moon ca up, and the Rank Two would go after them, slightly out of the optimal ti, but still close.
There were only ten Rank Three Witches today, so two groups, and that wouldn't be too bad. Plus, all the others had been here a long ti, so they would split up to celebrate with their friends right away, making it a less formal feeling atmosphere than yesterday's where all the summoners were new arrivals.
What today's Familiars would be was the talk of the city. Not just for the Rank Three witches, but for the girls like Sophie, who were about to summon their first Familiar. They were all White Witches this ti, not trained in any combat techniques, and there were high hopes that they would land so great Fae Familiars to give them a head start on their growth.
Sophie disappeared as soon as dinner was over to get changed into their "Battle Gear", aka the dresses that they had picked out for the event, and Wolfe went back to his room with Stephanie to co up with a new outfit for the day.
Cassie had been very insistent that he co up with sothing good, and both her and Ella would be summoning friends for Ember and Little Reaper, so he needed to make a good impression. Or a laughably bad one, which would likely set expectations at a more realistic level.
"What do you think, Steph? A new type of suit? Maybe lumberjack chic? Oh, I know, I could go full Royal Robes." Wolfe suggested as they got to the room.
[You know that she will literally stab you if you show up in a fur trimd purple robe, right?] Stephanie replied, with a wheezing feline laugh.
"Good point. Maybe that would be overdoing it. I could do the formal Tuxedos that they do for the Coven Gala. I've seen the pictures enough tis."
[Try it out, and I will tell you how you did.] She suggested.
Wolfe switched into an approximation of the formal tuxedo that male Witches and the ultra-wealthy businessn wore for high society events, and Stephanie burst into laughter.
[Oh, Goddess no. With a face like that, you look like a gangster in politician cosplay. Definitely not. We do need to find you a new look, though.]
"Alright, well, that's out. What should we go for then? Sothing elegant but casual?" Wolfe suggested, and then switched his outfit to the layered robes and long open coat that the Elders of the Cri Families preferred.
They were a throwback to the cultivation robes that the Magi had preferred, and they were both comfortable and elegant, at least when he added the Noxus Logo embroidered up both sleeves in gold thread.
It was a favourite of his Uncle's, and over white robes it had a nice contrast and gave him a more formal appearance.
[Oh, that isn't bad. Not as goofy as the tuxedo, and it's a big enough change from your usual Demon Lord getup that it should shock the others. Now, you just need to do sothing with your hair. Either tie it up or cut it or sothing. When was the last ti you had a haircut?] Stephanie replied.
"I'm not sure, soti before I left the city, I suppose?" Wolfe shrugged.
[Let's just tie it up for now, and we can get soone to cut it later.]
That was easily done with the armour spell, and then Wolfe added a golden silk rope over the black waist sash for a bit of flair, and got ready to head upstairs to watch the ceremony.
Stephanie laughed with excitent in his mind as she hopped on his shoulder for the trip. She was even more eager to see everyone's response to his new look than Wolfe was, but he couldn't tell if it was because he had done well or because he had done so poorly that she was anticipating him failing.
Her sense of humour was always a bit off, and she enjoyed watching people fail for a while before she would help them, so it could go either way.
When he started flying up to the spire and heard the gasps of shock and the whistles from the witches down below, Wolfe decided that he'd done it well enough, and that it wasn't just his personal sense of style that said so.
He made it to the spire before any of the Rank Three Witches though, so he took the place of honour at the back of the platform, and waited for everyone to arrive while he went through the new spells he had been working on in his mind.
Wolfe heard dozens of alarms go off at the sa ti, and Stephanie rolled her eyes.
[Everyone set their alarm for fifteen minutes before the summoning started so that they could get in position, but forgot that everyone would be doing the sa thing, so now there are alarms going off everywhere.]
"But they won't be late. Are you going to stay there, or are you going to pick a good spot?" Wolfe asked.
[I like it here. Plus, it gives you a bit of flair, you know? Not just everyone wanders around with a Familiar Cat on their shoulder.]
Which translated to, "Stephanie likes it here, and will find any excuse not to move."
"Alright, then let's get ready to start welcoming the others." Wolfe agreed.
[Oh, do the silent and mysterious thing. Witches dig that. Just release so of that Rank Five aura and stand here all intimidating.] She suggested.
"You've been reading romance novels again, haven't you?"
[Maybe.]
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