The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 530: I always knew she was a witch
The air in the hidden textile clearing shimmered faintly as Isabella stood there bouncing with excitement. Bubu's voice hummed lightly in her mind.
"Blueprint ready. Deploying."
A bright sphere of pale blue light appeared above Isabella's head. It hovered, pulsed once, then unfolded like a blooming flower. Lines of glowing symbols twisted out, forming the shape of a map. Then gears appeared. Then moving diagrams. Then a full rectangular sheet materialized, glowing and floating in mid air.
Osiris stepped back, eyes widening a tiny bit. Not shock. Not fear. Just confusion, resignation, and the tired acceptance of a man who was used to Isabella doing things no beast woman should ever be doing.
The blueprint hovered in front of her gently, rotating slowly so she could see both sides.
"Take it," Bubu said.
Isabella's fingers trembled with excitement as she reached up and grabbed it. When she touched it, the glowing softened and the blueprint settled into her hands like a warm sheet of paper.
Osiris stared at her like a caveman watching someone microwave a chicken. "Are you summoning spirits again." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
She ignored him.
This was too important.
She held the blueprint up, letting the faint magical glow illuminate the strange threads around her.
The machine depicted on the blueprint was medium sized, but thick, bulky, and heavy. Rectangular base. Carved stone sides. Thin lines marking where the material would be inserted. A core mechanism inside labeled with spirals and recharging sigils. A polished slot on the side where duplicated materials would come out as sheets, threads, rolls, or patches depending on the settings.
It was beautiful.
A perfect combination of ancient stonework and advanced magical engineering.
She stared at it with adoration.
"This will change everything," she whispered.
Bubu hummed. "Continue reading."
She flipped the blueprint. More diagrams. More markings. Ingredients she would need. Techniques she would have to follow. Activation sequence. Safety warnings. Notes about magical pressure.
Isabella's mind raced. "So if I take one thread from a vine here, put it inside this center slot, and activate the mechanism, it duplicates the thread forever."
"Correct," Bubu replied.
"And if I take a piece of the magical leather from the underside of that rock shelf, it copies that too."
"Correct."
"And I can convert it into bags, shoes, clothes, accessories, all in my own village."
"Correct."
Her eyes widened. She could revive their economy. She could turn the village into a fashion paradise. She could sell fabrics to every nearby tribe. She could become a textile goddess.
Isabella almost fainted from happiness.
"This is perfect," she whispered, hand shaking as she traced the lines on the blueprint. "This is everything."
Osiris stepped closer behind her and squinted at the blueprint. The symbols were shaped like curved strokes and lines. Complex and flowing. Impossible for someone with no education to decipher.
Osiris frowned deeply. "What language is this."
"Not your business," she murmured, still studying.
He stared harder. The writing curled in elegant shapes that made no sense to him. It almost looked like spells.
He muttered under his breath, "I always knew she was a witch."
His words were quiet, but not quiet enough.
Isabella froze.
Then she stomped on his foot with full pregnant fury.
He yelped violently. "OW. Why."
She glared at him without looking up. "Yes. I am a witch. Want me to turn you into a frog."
He rubbed his foot aggressively. "You cannot do that."
"You want to try me."
"No."
"Good."
She went back to studying the blueprint while Osiris stood behind her sulking, massaging his bruised pride and foot.
The more she studied, the more details she found.
A stabilizing platform to prevent magical surges.
A small hand lever that adjusted duplication speed.
A bowl-shaped depression where the activation orb would sit.
A purification cycle that automatically cleaned raw materials.
A seal that imprinted the duplicated fabric with a tiny faint sigil marking it as safe.
This was not a simple machine.
It was art.
She traced every inch with fascination.
Osiris silently watched her as if she were performing ancient rituals. Honestly, at this point, he probably believed she was a witch queen from some forgotten tribe.
She kept reading.
"It says materials cannot be alive," she murmured. "Good… I am not planning to copy a person. That would be creepy."
"It would be very creepy," Osiris said softly.
She ignored him.
The blueprint stated the machine could replicate anything made from natural fibers or hide. Magical materials included. As long as it was non-living and had no soul energy.
Which meant Isabella could take the smallest piece of any rare textile from this glowing forest and duplicate it until the world bowed at her feet.
Her heart fluttered.
Her future flashed in her mind.
Shelves of folded magical cloth.
Crowds visiting her village to buy material.
Full garment sets for those she cared about.
Warm shoes for children.
Luxurious dresses.
Robes.
Armor.
Bags.
Blankets.
Everything.
She had always loved fashion.
That little girl inside her whispered, This is yours.
She inhaled deeply, smiling so wide her cheeks hurt.
"Bubu," she said softly, "store this."
The blueprint vanished into her space with a flash of light.
Now she was ready.
Isabella knelt down and opened her box of wish orbs. She pulled out one glowing orb, its surface pulsing like a gentle heartbeat. She placed it carefully on the soft cotton ground.
Osiris watched her cautiously. "Are you making a demon again."
She rolled her eyes. "Shut up."
Glimora hopped onto a patch of glowing moss, watching curiously with big sparkling eyes.
Even the system hovered above the orb, bored expression still etched across its glowing interface.
Isabella took a deep breath. Her hands hovered over the orb. She was shaking slightly. Excitement. Fear. Hope.
She whispered softly, "Okay. I am ready."
She cleared her throat.
Wishes needed precision.
Wishes needed detail.
Wishes punished mistakes.
She knew that now.
She spoke slowly, clearly, every word deliberate.
"I wish to create the duplication machine shown on the blueprint. A medium sized stone based device that copies non living materials endlessly. It must be safe to use. It must require no dangerous magic. It should duplicate only what I place inside it. The machine must not malfunction. It must only copy the exact material sample without altering it. It must produce clean and perfect results every time. It must be durable. It must not explode. It must not attract monsters. It must remain mine alone. It must function properly in my village. It must not harm me or anyone I allow to use it. It must not drain my energy. It must remain stable forever. I want this machine exactly as shown on the blueprint with no changes, no distortions, and no hidden consequences. This is my wish."
She exhaled, heart pounding.
Osiris stared. "That was very long."
"It has to be long."
"It sounded like you were doing a spell."
"Good."
She stepped back quickly, dragging him with her. "You stand here. If this thing explodes, you shield me."
"What if it explodes on me."
"That is your job."
"I do not like this job."
"Too bad."
She clasped her hands together and squeezed her eyes shut.
Glimora mirrored her and squeezed her eyes shut too.
Osiris rolled his eyes but stayed beside her.
Even Bubu hovered forward slightly.
Everyone braced themselves.
The orb sat quietly for three seconds.
Four seconds.
Five.
Nothing.
Isabella opened one eye nervously.
Then another.
The orb pulsed faintly.
Then again.
A soft crackle filled the air.
The orb began to shimmer.
Bright.
Brightening.
Glowing stronger.
Isabella grabbed Osiris' arm. "Oh my goddess it is starting."
He stiffened. "Stop touching me."
She ignored him, gripping tighter.
Glimora squeaked and hid behind her leg.
Bubu dimmed its display dramatically. "Finally."
The orb vibrated.
The ground trembled faintly.
Light swirled around it.
It was generating something.
Everyone leaned forward.
Everyone waited.
