Solomon in Marvel

All physically intact girls who were willing to stay were divided into ten-member squads and assigned to the Sisters' headquarters within the Eternal City. They were the first to swear their devotion to the great master. After the artificial humans assessed their physical fitness, they became the inaugural batch of the Sisters' preparatory forces.

Despite coming from different countries and speaking in vastly different accents, these girls found ways to communicate—through clumsy gestures and broken words. They shared stories of their harrowing pasts, showing each other the scars left on their bodies as proof of their suffering.

More than one girl, after crying, wiped away her tears and dared to hope for a future.

Each of them had endured a similar kind of hell. The arrival of the Sisters had ignited in them a burning desire for revenge. That's why the first thing the artificial humans gave them wasn't clothing or medicine—but weapons. A pistol and a dagger, marking the first time they had ever possessed power of their own.

Every recruit received a Ka-Bar 1217 tactical knife and an Italian Beretta 92F pistol. Though they didn't yet know the names of these weapons, they could still feel the weight of steel in their hands—the tangible security it provided. These weapons belonged to them alone, a gift they had never imagined receiving.

In the past, they had been threatened countless times at gunpoint or with a blade to their throats. That would never happen again. From now on, their fury would be unleashed upon their enemies.

Gone were the comforts that girls their age should have enjoyed. They would shed their weakness and sever ties with their nightmares. Like their daggers, they would be forged through fire and sweat, tempered by blood and tears, until they became weapons—reliable and sharp.

Before lights-out, the girls made plans to braid each other's hair in the morning. Otherwise, the Sisters would storm into their rooms and toss them into bed themselves. Apart from their rigorous training, life here wasn't too different from a regular all-girls school. They were even excited about their upcoming training sessions—learning how to handle firearms, use knives, and engage in hand-to-hand combat. Because they knew—the Sisters were giving them power.

Their training regimen included firearm maintenance and modification, gun handling, and pistol and rifle marksmanship. They would learn the Weaver stance, Center Axis Relock, point shooting, the Mozambique drill, and contact shooting. Additionally, the artificial humans would train them in close-quarters combat, both unarmed and with bayonets.

Only after mastering these would they be allowed to touch a sword and study the German longsword techniques that Solomon had compiled.

While the girls drifted into sleep, Tita led nearly all the artificial humans in the preparation of alchemical potions. These potions were specifically designed to aid the girls in their training, with many formulas originating from the Umbra Witch clan—crafted specifically to enhance the female physique.

Solomon and Daina had fine-tuned these potions to prevent any negative side effects. When taken in controlled doses over time, they increased muscle mass, bone density, and nerve response.

The ingredients were purchased by Daina from Vandazar Fo using gold. Solomon's personal reserves were far from enough to sustain such a long-term transaction. But since New York City's underground vault held the world's largest gold reserve, it wasn't too difficult for the Arcane Master to "borrow" a little.

After all, the U.S. was already misappropriating the gold reserves of foreign nations.

Solomon had no moral qualms about worsening the U.S.'s financial instability. To him, those girls were far more important than America's economic credibility.

Without these potions, they would never survive the grueling training. No matter how determined they were, their natural physical limitations could never compare to the artificially engineered Alchemical Engine bodies of the artificial humans. But the Sisters had higher expectations for them.

When Solomon approved the recruitment of human girls into the Sisters, Tita had already made plans.

This wasn't betrayal—this was devotion. Even if their devotion might displease the god they worshiped, the Sisters would not regret it.

They would instill this faith into every girl. But they also swore them to secrecy. Their zealotry would remain hidden. The artificial humans understood how difficult this was, but they had to succeed.

Some girls still wanted to return home to find their families. But the Sisters made the risks clear: going back would accomplish nothing.

They had already missed out on education, and their home countries wouldn't support them. In some cases, their own governments would sell them again.

The Eternal City was their sanctuary. Even if they chose not to join the Sisters, this was the only place where they could live peacefully.

For those who insisted on returning home…

No one ever saw them again.

Where Are the Girls?

Princess Shuri of Wakanda stormed into Solomon's office, demanding answers.

She had received first-hand medical reports on the girls and was preparing to provide urgent medical aid to those suffering from disease. But when she arrived at the Eternal City the next morning—passing through the Sisters' training grounds—some of the girls were missing.

Shuri immediately recalled how some of them had expressed longing for home during their medical examinations. Those were the exact ones missing.

Her fury erupted.

Ignoring Wakanda's diplomatic relations with Solomon, she grabbed a weapon and charged into his office, nearly getting her throat ripped out by the spirit hounds guarding the entrance.

Stephanie, standing by Solomon's desk, calmly poured him a cup of tea. She briefly shot a disdainful glance at Shuri before masking her expression and acting as if nothing had happened.

Since Daina was occupied with running the Sisters' daily operations, Stephanie had temporarily taken over as Solomon's personal assistant. And she was very good at it—mastering even the smallest details of his preferences.

Though Daina still made Sunday breakfast, Stephanie had already learned exactly how much sugar Solomon liked in his tea.

Solomon rolled his eyes at Shuri.

"King T'Chaka should have taught you royal etiquette, Princess Shuri."

He took a slow sip of tea and nodded approvingly at Stephanie.

"Or are all Wakandan royals brainless fools?"

"Answer my question first!" Shuri snapped, slamming herself into a chair.

"I fulfilled their wish. I sent them home." Solomon didn't even look up from his book.

"Every single girl who wanted to go back—I sent them all."

"When?"

"Last night."

Solomon raised an eyebrow, looking exhausted.

"I had to wait until they were asleep to alter their memories."

"They won't remember anything that happened here."

"Their minds will fill in the gaps with a completely different, somewhat fantastical story—one that makes logical sense to them but erases any trace of the Sisters or the Eternal City."

"Considering I spent the entire night casting spells, do you think you could give me some time to rest?"

Solomon's tone remained polite yet firm.

He valued Shuri's intelligence and technological expertise but would not tolerate her trying to dictate how the Eternal City operated.

She had grown up too sheltered.

In Wakanda, Shuri was free to speak and act however she pleased. But the Eternal City was not Wakanda.

Their alliance was mutually beneficial, but Solomon's true partnership wasn't with Wakanda itself—it was with Bast, the panther goddess.

T'Chaka understood that. T'Challa understood that.

Only Shuri still behaved like a spoiled princess.

"You don't understand anything, Shuri."

He turned the page of his book.

"Now go back to work."

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