It might not have been the most fitting expression for a medieval fantasy world, but the only way to describe the feeling wasâ
ââ¦Itâs like being ensnared by a bewitching spiritâ
Crack. Crackle.
With each creaking shift of bone, the body that had been Arnoâs 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 wouldnât have been an exaggeration.
Watching the grotesquely fluid shift, Ihan couldnât help but thinkâif fox spirits like the nine-tailed gumiho truly existed, this is what their transformations would look like.
Her once-short, silver hairâ¦
Shraaak.
â¦flowed down to her waist in an instant.
âHuu.â
The transformation complete, a breathtakingly beautiful womanâwho could easily pass for someone in her twenties, or even her late teensâlet 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 atmosphereâ
âElza, bring me a cup of tea as well.â
ââ¦â¦â
A⦠surprisingly mundane request.
Elza, the head maid, let out a long sigh, pressing her fingers to her temples.
Trulyâ¦!
âI respect you deeply, but every time you pull these stunts, I feel like my lifespan shortens, Your Excellency. What kind of prank is this?â
âSorry, Elza. But wasnât my acting convincing?â