Chapter 232
It might not have been the most fitting expression for a medieval fantasy world, but the only way to describe the feeling was—
‘…It’s like being ensnared by a bewitching spirit’
Crack. Crackle.
With each creaking shift of bone, the body that had been Arno’s changed in height and facial structure.
Her frame took on the skeletal structure of a woman, and curves began to form across her body.
To call it a real-time gender transformation wouldn’t have been an exaggeration.
Watching the grotesquely fluid shift, Ihan couldn’t help but think—if fox spirits like the nine-tailed gumiho truly existed, this is what their transformations would look like.
Her once-short, silver hair…
Shraaak.
…flowed down to her waist in an instant.
“Huu.”
The transformation complete, a breathtakingly beautiful woman—who could easily pass for someone in her twenties, or even her late teens—let out a sigh.
She casually tied her now-flowing silver hair into a loose bundle with a handkerchief, her crimson eyes gleaming with a peculiar, almost mystical light.
Gulp.
It was unclear who swallowed audibly, but no one could be blamed.
Anyone would feel a suffocating tension in the presence of such an overwhelming, otherworldly existence.
And then, in a voice that shattered the heavy atmosphere—
“Elza, bring me a cup of tea as well.”
“……”
A… surprisingly mundane request.
Elza, the head maid, let out a long sigh, pressing her fingers to her temples.
Truly…!
“I respect you deeply, but every time you pull these stunts, I feel like my lifespan shortens, Your Excellency. What kind of prank is this?”
“Sorry, Elza. But wasn’t my acting convincing?”
“……”
“Don’t be mad.”
“…Haaah!”
Ignoring the tension in the room, the woman plopped down comfortably—right between a frozen-stiff Levi and an equally rigid Kunta.
“Relax, kids. You’re looking at me like I’m about to do something terrible.”
“…Kunta wants to run.”
“Don’t.”
She reached over and gently patted Kunta’s head.
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