"Master! Your disciple has returned..." Eishath barreled into the study room only to find her query absent.

She huffed in both annoyance and slight worry. She knew she was not safe especially in the den of cauldrons. Her master Belial was not a forgiving man and although she had managed to hoodwink her old master it came at a cost that she did not want to pay. So she did what she thought would be brilliant, stick with her disciple sister.

Hunting the child was simple, she was the target of her master's greedy gaze and so the whole den was being passively influenced to make her the center of attention. The thing he did not know was that the girl was as as special as a rock.

Eishath also witnessed her unique essence that was roiling in power. So much so that even with five stage difference her previous master still wanted to 'consume' her. Only, She consumed essence that was similar but leagues above her just earlier. Given that she was the disciple of said essence, she had an idea as to how her essence had become so 'unique' in the first place.

However, even though she felt slight disdain for the incredibly weak woman she did not want to dismiss her off hand. After all, for herself the eccentric master had accepted her because he had found her illusive power very fascinating.

Maybe she had something up her sleeve that her roused the man's curiosity, just like herself. If nothing else, she was a dense essence battery that Eishath could sip on in the event her new master was too busy to feed her.

She must also remember that the woman was a cauldron bound to her master and she could be gotten rid off discretely. She need to tame the woman and bring her under sway, a prospect made terribly easy given now that she would have access to the girl's mind for a vast majority of her time.

She checked her illusion and suppression spells, just to see if they were still active. She was a rare and valuable creature, one that needed to keep herself hidden. The young girl was too stupid to realize that even though she was a unicorn in the middle of a den of horny humans, very few people seemed to care, showing her inexperience and lack of knowledge.

Her eccentric master got a pass. He had the power not to care. If one was strong enough anything and everything could be given a pass.

Her thoughts stopped when the girl came into view. She was having a pleasant conversation with one of the many feeders that milled about passively feeding the pitiful entourage that Belial like to call his Legion.

"I think Belial is getting to 'cultivate' a new batch." She said butting into the conversation, lacing her voice with her essence, which did the trick. The man's eyes slightly glazed over as he left with haste.

Now that the distraction, she turned to face her new disciple sister. What was her name again? Oh right. Her name was Elizabeth.

She scrunched her face in a look of apology as she lied.

"Sorry, Elizabeth. He had not cultivated with master Belial in a while, so I made it my duty to send him on his way." Just a hint of her charm was added to make sure she did not question her statement.

"That's ok. You are the one I want to talk to anyway." Elizabeth looked relieved at his abrupt removal and her face turned to the unicorn in a look of anticipation and glee.

"So... How did it go?"

Eishath changed her demeanor to one of an embarrassed maiden complete with the blush and downward tilt of her head as she said.

"Fine... this lady admits... Your master is great." She answered.

Elizabeth looked at her with hands on her hips and her rather large chest puffed out in pride.

"See! I told you. My master is awesome! Belial might be powerful but he cannot beat my master."

Eishath had to agree on this point, at least partially. The man in question was at the nascent soul which gave him a massive advantage and she was sure she had either a mythic breakthrough destiny or some kind of powerful bloodline or extremely powerful artifact that pushed him even further. If Belial truly went all out and used his treasury Eishath believed that her previous master would still win but it would not be clean and that was enough. Not to mention, the essence that influenced the young girl made her incredibly resistant to her charms.

A genuine smirk, one which she did not carefully craft to project an image hung on her face as she said.

"This lady was wrong to try to entice you into enjoying Belial. Instead, it was she who got hooked on your master. She greets elder sister disciple."

"I told you so!... Wait... What?!?"

Ahh. Getting shocked reactions out of young mortals was always an enjoyable experience. She hoped Elizabeth would give her many before she finally became boring.