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.@@novelbin@@

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?”

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