Reincarnation

by Touhoufanatic

With his actions disrupted and his emotions, displeased, Ainz decides to Resurrect the one member of the swords of darkness, Ninya. unfortunately for both of them his plan has a problem. He ends up using a wand of Reincarnation, not of resurrection. How will Ninya deal with her new power, and her lack of humanity in her new foxy form? now rated M due to content and concepts.

25. Chapter 25

Authors note: Alright, I knew there was going to be a split last chapter, there would have been a split no matter how it was done honestly. to those of you that liked it, thanks, to those of you that were a little more against the chain of events, I hope you still stick around regardless as it was but one chapter.

Now we get into the really fun stuff, and of course, I'm not expecting everyone to love it, but I'm sure many of you will.

But first, review replies!

StrikeIWSP: Thank you. And as to wand, this is being done, but all those options have merit for future plans, who knows!

Guest on oct 9: thank you kindly, I do try and I hope I can keep up such a ride.

Loki98065: The next chapter is now XD

Another guest : Awesome guest name, no seriously it helps differentiate. Yes she was canonly in the capital, but I needed some way to unnerve Ninya during the fight, so to E-rantel she went! Though a rotation on the, ladies, would be a decent business plan, so maybe we'll go with that. XD

Mario: Thank you kindly

Goddragonking: Thank you. and I shall keep endeavouring too. Fanfiction is a great way to improve writing.

MadDan90: well if your reaction is as it is, then the shock value is down pat. And of course I enjoy playing with people, I am a writer. Don't worry though, I'm not planning to do too such a massive twist often as they are both hard to write and get mixed reactions.

Thorfaxdragonkin: Nothing ends well for her. Or Jordan, nothing will end well for him either.

Gasizol: Perhaps. I was working on the idea of Automotons being easy to repair so the worry would be less, but perhaps. will be something to think about.

Alassandro:thank you. I've found published novels with spelling and grammar errors, so it's nearly impossible to get them all no matter how hard ya try really. Clementine has her original voice. as for jordns voice, I'd picture it more like . . . . .the main rich guy from oaran high host club, only more conniving and evil personally I think.

Detrametal: Reincarnated technically. Gods that difference can play to the masses!

Later guest, also oct 9: automatons repair easy. But perhaps.

Zandaino-nova-ari: Even more so just below XD

PoseidonisPlayz: Thank you, I felt she was underused, so having fun with a psycho villain is fun!

PervySageChuck: Yep, but this ones bigger!

Chamaeleonx: spelling errors are impossible to get all of them. I try, but some always slip past. Jordan was, well even
Ainz is worried about tracking magic in the series, so it's not impossible that there would be spells to bar form sight. Should work on that though. the fight was probably the hardest part of that chapter, making Ninya keep up, even for a time, against someone who is considered unbillable strong by NW standards. as for the explosion, to put it into perspective, one body blowing up would do say 50 dmg. but 2 increase the damage from each individual explosion to 140, and it goes up by the bodies like that, exponentially becoming more powerful. Basically it was only so powerful because he had time to prepare it. And thanks for your thoughts!

JohnTitor: Oh, you don't like the name Jordan?

Razzle2Frazzle: Yep ,canonly she was, but it needed to be changed for her to be used to unnerve Ninya. ps. better than werewolf!

RyuujiVantek: Dance my puppets, DANCE!

Said the Bird." Oh she will. As to the explosion, each body that is part of it increases the damage by an exponent, so the damage climbs extremely fast once you get past about three to four bodies.

Mkoll: Next continent over. Living with the slivers, eldrazi and ten foot tall rabbit tokens.

Agrond: yep, and I hope you like that as it goes.

Trent8688: Thank you. The world already is OP, so adding other characters and not heavily messign with ones that already exist is fun.

Gunslayer12: I could never do it. I'd laugh too much to write anything.

Right, onto the fun!

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"I killed them." Ninya said as she sat on a bed, far larger than any human, or monster she had seen would need.

Across from her, sitting at a desk and facing her sideways, was Ainz, who wore a neutral expression, but laughed a second later. "You gave them new life, you did not kill them."

"I wasn't thinking straight, I let them get killed, and I've ruined their lives!" Ninya exclaimed, wiping tears off her face with the back of her hand.

"You gave them a new life, if that so bad?" Ainz asked.

"B-but, they're not human anymore!"

"And? you are doing fine."

". . . But, I'm humanoid at least." Ninya said as she looked at her hands, then glanced at her tails. "This race, my race did not affect my alignment or mind that much . . . . . how long till we know what they will become?"

"It is difficult to tell." Ainz said with a sigh. Did he even need to sigh? How did he sigh without lungs? "The wand of reincarnation had a single charge left, and when I used it on you, it took roughly a day to reincarnate you. However, the effect has been spread across all of them, so it is impossible to tell how long it will take for certain, as what type of heteromorphic they become may affect how long it takes."

" I see." Ninya said as she stared down at the floor.

"I would like to know however, how you managed to spread the effect all of them, when the wand had only the one charge left, and targets a single body."

"I just . . . . . Inari and Tamamo have been teaching me how to remove and copy curses, so I guess I just, copied the effect around." Ninya answered, not removing her gaze from the floor, tears steadily dripping onto the absurdly thick shag carpet.

"Inari. . . . . and Tamamo. They are, who?"

"Manifestations of The good and bad of Kitsune. They appear in my dreams and have been teaching and, trying, to guide me. . . .you think I'm crazy now, don't you?"

"Hardly. It is simply a Racial situation, I have nothing more to say on that matter, though perhaps at a later time I may ask about them in more details?"

"Okay."

Silence reigned for a long time before Ainz let out another sigh, this time of exasperation. "This cannot continue you realize. The Guardians, Albedo specifically, is furious that that all happened, especially the damage to CZ."

"CZ! is she alright!?" Ninya asked suddenly looking up at Ainz, her eyes filled with the need to know.

" She is. Automatons are hardy, and do not feel pain as others do. She already has been repaired, and it took far less effort or magic than it did to heal you." Ainz Said with a chuckle as he stood up. "The guardians want to know why this happened; they want to make you understand your mistakes. The question however, is what you choose to do now?"

"What?"

"You can either meet them as you are, and suffer their words and actions, or you can decide what you will do beforehand. I will not interfere either way, so what happens will fall entirely upon you. So, what will you do?"

"W-what can I do? I ruined my allies . . . My friend's lives! And I have nothing to show for it! we lost completely!"

"You have many options. You can take it and just continue, hoping for it to never happen again. You can try to flee and run from this failure. Or, you can make sure it never happens again, and make sure that the next time, you are the victorious one!"

"You, you man killing Jordan and Clementine?"

"Hmm, yes. Admittedly, I was sure I had killed clementine, but her body disappeared. I would be very interested in finding out how this, Jordan, made off with it. What you do to clementine however, will be up to you."

"I see. . . . . is my, is my sister alright?"

"She is being looked after by Sebas. But that is minor. When I leave, you will need to leave this room as well, and it would be best know what you will do."

For a couple moments Ninya was perfectly quiet, but as time moved on, her tears were fewer and fewer until they stopped altogether. She raised her head and looked at Ainz, eyes full of determination, though she clearly was still horrified with herself and her failings. "I know what I will do!"

"Good." Ainz said as he walked over to the door and left, Gesturing for Ninya to follow. He guided her through the halls of Nazerick until they came to the throne room, to find all the guardians and Pleiades standing and waiting. As soon as Ainz sat down Albedo strode toward Ninya, anger and hate filling her gaze, but before she reached her, Ninya spoke up, surprising everyone.

"Cocytus, I have a request if I may?" Ninya said, stopping Albedo in her tracks.

"Speak." Cocytus answered, making Albedo fume.

"What you cannot just-" Albedo began, stopping when Ainz lifted a hand.

"I admit that I lost, I have sullied Ai-" Ninya stopped for a second and took a deep breath, letting it slowly out to calm herself down. "I have sullied our lord's name with this loss and admit this. If I am to undo this, I must kill the one who defeated me, and for that I must get stronger. Please train me, as hard as you can, and as often as you can. So that I may try to grasp at a fraction of the guardians powers myself. Please." Ninya begged as she dropped to a knee facing Cocytus.

The entire throne room was silent for what felt like an eternity. Then, Albedo took the last step toward Ninya and glared down on her. "Is that all you have to say? Do you think that will undo your failure, or this insult?"

Ninya swallowed. "Nothing will undo my failure but killing the one responsible. I will also need greater instruction in magic as well, so. . . Mare, can I, beg for your teachings as well, please?"

"You little-"

"Hmm, you understand your own weakness and seek to work past it." Cocytus suddenly said, interrupting Albedo. "I shall grant this request, as long as our lord shall allow it."

"I will, in fact I agree with it." Ainz said simply as he looked to Mare.

Mare nodded. "I, will also accept it, though, I'm not sure how good I'll be at teaching."

"But my lord!" Albedo began as she turned to Ainz, looking like she was pleading. "She has sullied your great name, and proven to be far too weak to earn your trust or care! she needs to be dealt with and shown the error of her ways!"

Ainz looked at Albedo, and then to Ninya, who still knelt, her eyes glued to the floor. "She has seen the error of her ways already. But, perhaps some modicum of punishment is in order. Ninya!"

"Y-yes." Ninya replied, still kneeling and only shifting her head ever so slightly toward Ainz.

"I give you these orders. You will train under Cocytus, Mare and others as I see fit, using evenings for self-study and rest. This will continue until I believe you are powerful enough to undo this failure of yours, and weakness in this training will not be tolerated!"

"I understand."

"Good. Additionally, you will not speak of the other adventurers or ask about their status. Even when they awaken you will not be granted audience or speech with them for the same reason, until I say otherwise. Do you understand?"

Ninya strained to slowly nod, knowing that it was to focus all of her attentions of training. " Yes. . . I understand . . . my lord."

"Good!" Ainz said as he leaned back on his chair with a proud grin. "Let's see just how far you are willing to go then!"

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Kris opened her eyes, finding a domed ceiling of stone above her, a massive Crystal Chandelier that glowed a strange orange in color hanging from the tip of the dome. It was surprising, but not nearly as surprising as waking up in the first place.

She had after all, finally died in the truest and most final sense of the word.

When it happened she knew what the outcome would be. An explosion like that, there wasn't much she could do to save herself, though she had tried to move in the way of it, to at least partially protect everyone else. But the explosion was all around them, and there was no blocking what hit from all sides. While the gore of the explosion hadn't really hurt her due to not being truly alive, the splinters of bone that flew like darts and arrows had torn through her body like it was nothing, perforating her so perfectly he had felt her body fall to pieces even as she willed it otherwise. She was supposed to be dead, her body destroyed and her only anchor to life destroyed with it. Her spirit should have passed on, and in a way she had hoped it would.

But she hadn't felt her consciousness move as her body fell; she hadn't felt anything different at all even as she heard groans of pan, moans of loss, and the cries of horror and sadness.

Was she finally dead? Was this the afterlife?

Kris tried to move, finding her body would not initially shift. Her back felt weak, unable to lift her body up, and her legs felt limp, impossible to move. Kris glanced around the room, finding no clearly visible doorway or way out, or in on the walls of what was for sure a circular room. It was strange, but not nearly as strange as the fact that her body now felt whole, when for a long time it had felt manipulated, like she was moving it from a further place as she possessed it. She tried to roll over and cringed from foreign pain, and looked to found herself lying on what appeared to be a feathered wing of purest white, with the tips of the wings a black like pitch.

She stared at the wing for a few seconds in confusion and then moved her aching arm to touch the wing. It felt warm and fluffy in her hand, but most surprising was that she could feel her fingers on the wing, from the wings perspective! It made no sense! She was a ghost possessing her half dead, or fully dead really, body; she didn't have a wing coming off of her!

Then as she shifted some more to try to get a better view of it, a second wing flopped overtop of her, wrapping her in soft fluffiness. Kris scowled in annoyance. She was dead. She was dead, and hell was playing rude tricks on her, that had to be what was happening! she just had to wait for the punchline!

. . . . . . .

. . . . .

. . .

Nothing came. No demons or wraith or undead appeared to laugh at her. Nothing came to turn the wings into pools of sickly blood, or chains that would strangle her soul in torment. No angel appeared to pull her soul to heaven.

Nothing happened.

Rolling painfully back onto her back, Kris stared up at the ceiling, basking in the chandeliers light for a moment before opening her mouth and trying to speak, coughing instead. Her throat felt raw, cold, like she had never used it for anything, or like it was a chunk of stone stuck inside of her body. After a second fit of coughing though, the feeling began to dissipate and she could breathe fine. Oh how good it felt to breathe again!

Letting out a groan Kris tried to get up again, painfully managing to prop herself up with an arm until she was almost sitting. Then she realized a few things, each one doing more to amplify her confusion.

She was naked and sitting on what appeared to be a massive bed, bigger and softer than any she had ever before seen or even heard of.

Her body was shaped the same as it always had been, which was to say she had a good shape, but her body had a healthy and clean pallor to it, not pale like the corpse body she had for what felt like so long.

The pair of wings were not just lying on the bed beside her, they were attached to her shoulder blades.

Kris simply stared at her body for a moment, taking in the facts with complete and utter confusions and surprise. Touching her arms to the other she could feel warmth. Touching her chest she could feel the beat of her heart. Touching the wings she could feel with them, and after a few seconds, even managed to move them around, though the feeling was extremely strange.

Then a door appeared, though Kris felt it appear before she even turned to see it. It felt like magic, like change, and in that instant, the wall shimmered and formed a large double door of hewn stone and aged bronze, both completely unlike the walls of the room or the bed, yet not at all out of place

Remembering that she was naked Kris grabbed the bed covers and pulled them up over her chest, just as the door opened, and a man came into the room, the door closing behind him.

The man wore a stylish suit of red, with white lines going down the entire length of it. His hair was a deep black and slicked back, held that was as if oiled, and a pair of frosted glasses covered is eyes, and his hands and feet were covering black shoes and gloves. He looked extremely sharp, handsome even, and Kris would have mistaken him for a human easily, if not for the silver, reptile like tail that waved behind him, tipped with six dangerous looking spikes.

"Ah, you are awake. My Lord will be most pleased." The man, if that was what he truly was, said with smile that made Kris suddenly feel uneasy.

"And why is that?" Kris asked calmly, not seeing any weapons beside the man's tail. Though if he had a tail he wasn't human, so he could have other weapons she could not see.

"Because it means that the others should awaken soon as well." The man said before bowing, though it looked forced. "I am Demiurge, in Service to my lord, I came to check up on you, and as you are awake, am willing to answer a handful of questions for you before I depart, if you would like."

"Where are we?" Kris asked immediately, not taking her gaze away from the man, feeling that if she did she would likely regret it.

"The Great Tomb of Nazarick."

Kris blinked at the name, not recalling it. "Okay. who is your lord?"

"My Lord is none other Than Ainz Ooal Gown, whom you shall be privy to meet in the future, if he permits it that is."

Kris thought to herself for a second, trying to decide whether to ask about her own situation, or every else. and went with both. "What exactly has happened to me, and are my friends okay?"

Demiurge looked at Kris for a moment, his tail suddenly shifting as he smiled. "They are fine, for now. As to what has happened to you, you have been reborn as something greater than what you were!"

"That . . . . . . doesn't answer my question." Kris deadpanned, feeling something odd in the air. It was no fragrance, more like an aura of power, or strength, of something she didn't understand.

"You're right, it doesn't." Demiurge said as he snapped his fingers, and a massive wooden chest suddenly appeared in front of him, and dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. "Inside this are a variety of clothes. cloth yourself. I shall return in a half hour to pick you up." Demiurge said as he turned to leave.

"Pick me up?"

"Yes, to meet my lord!" Demiurge stated before leaving, the door disappearing behind him as quickly as it had first appeared.

Taking a moment to glance around the room and finding nothing magical that she could see, Kris slowly shifted herself off the bed and over to the chest. straining, she managed to open it and found a wide variety of clothing within, but one thing caught her eye. All of the tops either had no backs to them ,or had backs with a pair of slices down them, as if all the clothing was chosen and prepared for the wings coming out of her back.

"Ugh, it's been so long since I wore anything but simple under armour clothing." Kris complained to herself as she kept looking over the clothing. All of it was regular clothing, some extremely simple like a farmers, others more regal like a noble ladies, but none of it was armoured in any way, and clearly not made for combat.

Finally, after much deliberation and failed attempts at getting dressed due entirely to the wings, Kris was dressed. She had chosen a simple long skirt the color of grey stone, simple shoes, and a backless top that was a dark brown in color. She wanted a top with more actual cloth to it, but she couldn't figure out how to get the wings into the other tops, so backless it was.

As if called by the fact she was now clothed, the door to the room reappeared, and Demiurge stepped through, a strangely worrying smile on his face "Good, follow me. It is time to meet our lord!"

"Our?"

Demiurge simply smiled wider.

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Swords, Bones, Blood, then loud noises, pain and nothingness. That was the last thing Lowgen remembered. He could do the math, he was dead. He had survived on his own in the forests for years, had taken life to keep his own going, as life in the forest required. It had given him an uncanny understanding of what could kill and what would simply maim. But now that skill was being called into question.

He was sure he had died. He had been stabbed by a skeletons sword; right through the chest just before the explosion of bones destroyed everything. Yet he could feel himself lying on something soft, possibly a bed.

Maybe he was dead and the afterlife had a sense of humor. That'd be grand. " Yeah, real fucking grand."

"Oh, your awake." Came a woman's voice, sounding pleasant and predatory, familiar and foreign.

Years of experience kick started Lowgen's body, his heart immediately pumping blood fast as his muscle tensed and readied for combat. He instantly sat up in a combat stance, quickly finding the situation and environment around him strange.

He was in a circular room with a massive bed in the centre, a chandelier above lighting the room's dark walls. A large door of solid stone and accented by dark wood was directly in front of the bed up a short half dozen steps, and on those steps was a person, the same one he had seen in Carne village!

"Your that guard from Carne, Ainz Ooal Gowns if I recall." Lowgen said as he looked at her. Finding his eyesight strange, like his eyes were being spread apart a bit. It hadn't been immediately noticeable, but it felt like he could see, more?

"Yep! Lupusregina Beta is my name!" She said happily with a smile as she pulled an absurdly large sceptre off her back and leaned it against the wall before she bowed slightly, and took of her hat. Lowgen had found her hats shape strange when he had seen her in Carne village, but he hadn't expected pointed doglike ears to pop away from her head as soon as the hat was off!

Lowgen shifted so he was ready to move in an instant if needed. "You're not human then? What are you?" Lowgen asked, finding his gaze drifting along the contours of her body, picking out the details in her maid outfit, as well as the shape of her hips, waist, and the bulge of her breasts. But why was he?

"Nope!" Lupusregina declared with a smile as she picked up her sceptre in one hand and rested it on her shoulder as she walked down the stairs, causing her hips to sway and her breasts to shake with each step. "I'm a werewolf!"

Lowgen had felt his eyes stuck to her body, especially her hips and breasts as she had come forward. it had been strange, but not unthinkable if he considered how long it had been since he had slept with a woman. But as soon as she said she was a werewolf, something inside his head snapped like a dry twig. Under any other circumstance he would instantly leap for a weapon, increase the distance between them, or try to get away as fast as possible. Werewolves were not creatures to be trifled with after all.

Instead he lunged at her, feeling a strange primal heat across his whole body. Her body looked amazing, beautiful and easy to claim.

Until she swung her sceptre into Lowgen's body, sending him flying into the wall with a heavy thud, the stone not budging, shifting or even shaking at his contact with it.

Surprisingly Lowgen got up, his body aching, but feeling like nothing was broken. His body felt like forged steel, and the heat built again when he looked at Lupusregina. Her body was perfect to make his own, to claim and command!

"Oh, I like those eyes! the eyes of a predator going after prey!" Lupusregina teased as she leaned forward, allowing her cleavage to be seen, just before Lowgen rushed at her again. "But nope!" She mocked as she spun around his lunge and struck him with the sceptre, sending him flying over the bed and into the wall again, this time a little bit of dust shifting off the chandelier above.

"You, you-!" Lowgen growled, his voice raspy, more like a growl.

"As much as I'd love to have you, entertain me!" Lupusregina said as she suddenly stood up all proper and formal, "Ainz wanted to see you when you awoke, so calm down beastie. Just because we're similar doesn't mean either of us get a taste!"

"What, what are you talking about?!" Lowgen demanded, feeling very strange. What had he just done? What had he tried to do? and what was she talking about?

Lupusregina suddenly giggled and smiled as she pointed at Lowgen. "You haven't noticed at all? About your body?"

Lowgen blinked and slowly looked down, his eyed going wide with horror. His arms were monstrous, massively muscular and long, covered in thick reddish black hair, and his fingers were longer than they should have been, tipped with long shining black claws. Glancing further down he could tell his feet had turned into a beasts as well, ending with claws and covered in fur of the same color, but he could not tell any more, his body structure didn't seem to allow it.

"Need a mirror to gawk at those lovely taught muscles of yours?" Lupusregina asked with a smile as she tapped her sceptre on the ground, causing a mirror surrounded by an ebony frame to simply appear against the wall near Lowgen.

He turned to it with great hesitation, and his horror and anger tripled upon looking at the mirror.

His body was no longer his own. His legs were like a beasts, with a second bend in them, massive and muscular even beneath the thick hair. Up from his waist his back seemed to curve forward, giving his wide torso a hunch that allowed several Large black spines to be easily seen coming out of his back, each one pointing up towards the air, not down toward the ground like one would expect. A tail of black something came out from his lower back, segmented and covered in spikes and spines seemingly at random. Worst was his head, now like a massive wolves, only deformed. His jaw was wider, his teeth all larger than they should be, and out the back of his head protruded a trio of black horns that shone a dull red in the light. His eyes looked back at him in the mirror, black and orange being the only colors in them, no whites anywhere to show of any humanity.

Lowgen slowly turned his head to Lupusregina, his lips curling into a snarl as he spoke. "What has happened to me?"

"Well you transformed when you tried to take me." Lupusregina said with a sultry smile. "You're not human anymore obviously, you're something better now!"

"What, am, I!" Lowgen demanded, his tone a growl as he felt rage filling his thoughts, nearly clouding them until he slowly calmed himself down. " You, you said I transformed? I can look human at least?"

Lupusregina smiled again, looking honestly pleased about something. "You do learn fast! While I can't tell you what you are, as Ainz wants to, I can tell you how to change back if you'd like?" She explained as she pulled out a bag from by the door and tossed it onto the bed. "Once you change back you'll need to put some clothe on too so we can bring you to meet Lord Ainz!

"You'll tell me how to change back then? Will he explain what is going on?" Lowgen asked, extremely nervous and tense as he spoke.

"Yep!"

"Albright, how do I change back?"

" I'll tell you now, so listen carefully!"

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Anya felt cool.

It was nice. Since leaving her home village in the far north, she never felt totally cool, her body never felt truly comfortable. The heat, as little as it was in some places, always made her feel warm. It wasn't a nice warmth, like the sheets of a bed or a good coat. No, it was uncomfortable warmth that made her sweat ever so slightly. It made her clothes dirty faster, it made her need baths more regularly, and most of all, it made people inclined to wear less protective clothing.

She hated the heat.

Warmth of the home in the cool nights, the warmth of family around a table or the hearth, the warmth of a coat over the back as the fields were worked, these were the types of warmth she liked. The heat of the land, or the sun, of their heat reflecting through windows and boiling her in her sheets while trying to sleep, these were the kinds of warmth she hated.

She hated the heat.

She hated the heat, but she tried her best to not let it show. If she looked uncomfortable, people would ask questions, and by the rules, she was not allowed to tell people exactly where her village was just that it was north.

In truth it was not just north, her village was so far to the north that snow covered the ground all year long. Hidden in a valley, it was protected from the worst storms of nature or mankind, never fully buried in snow, or politics.

Survival was always the most important thing. Monsters and animals were hunted for their meat and hides. The frost choked forests provided everything else, from fruits and vegetables that could survive the cold, to the hardy wood that formed the thick walls of their homes.

But the village was not perfectly safe, and sometimes danger came calling. A noble, or the son of one, came claiming that the village was on their lands and that they had to pay taxes they could not afford. She tried to explain that to him, but he wouldn't take it, wouldn't understand, or just couldn't understand.

So he gave her a mission of killing a great beast in some other lands, so she did. But when she had come back, he was still claiming they had to pay taxes regardless. He threatened to take away one of the villages young girls as a way to pay the taxes, and the glint in his eye told her all she needed to know. He died on the end of her halberd, his warm blood steaming in the cold air as it dripped down into the snow.

His death would endanger the village though, so she left, taking the body with her until she was far enough away to dump it. But the village's law made it clear. Even in defence of her people, she had killed another person without remorse, and for that she was banished, never to return.

She always claimed she came south to train, to get stronger, but the truth of the matter was she had committed a sin to protect her village, and hadn't felt anything about doing it, not when the man endangering her family was such scum.

Anya felt cool, but she didn't know why.

After all, she had been fighting, fighting to protect her new friends her new. . . . . . . . .

They had been in the graveyard, surrounded by the dead and the dying clawing at them with unearthly moan and groans. Then everything became red and she felt hot liquid across her body. Her muscles seizes, her blood screamed, her insides felt like they were melting like molten metal. Then everything went black and she had felt nothing.

So why now did she feel so comfortably cool?

Anya opened her eyes, finding that they felt heavy and did not wish to open, but opened them anyway. She appeared to be in some sort of room, but it was strange. The angle was like she was being held up in the air, and some sort of film or glass seemed to be in front of her, just slightly warping the way the room looked for her. She could not move her head, but she could see the edge of, something below her, and a door ahead of her. Someone was standing in front of the door, but she couldn't make them out. The glass was barring her vision. But the glass was so cool and calming, so why worry.

. . . . No. it was cool, but she had people counting on her. She had a place for herself now, among her aliens, among her friends. Wherever this place was, she couldn't just sit around enjoying the coolness. She had to go to them, had to find them!

In that instant the glass that surrounded her, turning out to be ice, shattered out in every direction. Chunks of it as thick as bricks flew out and crashed onto the floor and walls, while water as cold as glaciers splashed out, soaking the massive bed just as Anya landed on it, her body dropping like a wet limp rag.

Anya tried to move her body, feeling a strange combination of heat and cold across it even as it refused to obey her notions. She went to speak and found her throat parched and painful, and instead tried again to move her body. After a moment of trying, she was able to move an arm in front of her face to brace herself on the bed, and noticed that the skin of her arm was a light blue in colour.

"Wh-what?" Anya was able to weakly say in surprise, just before blinking and reasserting her intent. She needed to see where she was, needed to get a better image. Placing her palm on the bed she pushed down and tried to shift her position, succeeding by twisting her body to the side, allowing her to arch her neck and look at the door.

Standing in front of the door was a maid. But she was familiar, with orange hair, an eyepatch, and a scarf of greens and blacks. She almost didn't recognize her, as she felt completely different than she was used to, but after a second it fully clicked. "Shizu?"

"No. CZ Delta. Pleiades battle maids." CZ said with a shake of her head as she slowly and silently walked forward until she was only a meter away from the bed that Anya laid atop.

"W-What? I don't. . Understand." Anya struggled to say, finding her lungs weak and her breath slow as she tried to move, her body still resisting every attempt.

"Do not move quickly. Body recently reformed. Still weak, as it gathers strength." CZ said unmoving, with her expression unchanging. She looked somehow more dangerous in the outfit she now wore. And the object slung over her back looked strange to Anya, like some sort of black misshapen block, yet somehow it terrified her.

"Re-formed?" Anya asked as she slowly looked down at her hand and looked it over again. Her skin was still light blue in color, with her nails being a darker blue. A couple seconds later strange frosty ice crystals formed around her wrist before her eyes. "What is, happening to me?" Anya said after another second, finding her throat no longer hurt.

"Reincarnation." CZ said stoically.

The word hit Anya like a brick to the face, completely shocking her. Reincarnation, the same thing that Ninya had said was done to her? So, she had been reincarnated then? But where was she? And what was she?

"Body is looking better. Can you sit up?" CZ suddenly asked, stopping Anya from immediate asking any of the questions that were flooding her thoughts.

Anya moved her arm, finding it didn't ache. She moved her neck and twisted her body finding the same. "I- I think so. . ."

"Slowly sit up. Look at body. Stay calm."

Anya nodded and slowly tried to do as CZ said, pulling herself up to a sitting position with her legs to the side and one arm supporting her as she looked herself over. She was naked, her entire body being that light blue in color. Her hair was falling behind her and over her shoulder, now a deep blue in color with the tips of her hair turning to a lighter blue in color. What was most surprising however was that her lower legs seemed to be non-existent! Instead of feet, her lower legs were sharp points of ice that seemed to claw up her legs to her knee's, forming ornate crystalline patterns just below them. The points at the bottom were far too pointy and tight to possibly be over her feet, it was if her entire lower legs had turned into ornate icicles!

Noticing the pattern just below hr knees she looked at her body again and found frostlike patterns going up from her lower thighs all the way up to her armpits, covering both sides of her torso. "What . . . what am I?" Anya finally asked as she looked back at CZ, finding that there was now a trunk beside her. Where had that come from?

"Can you stand?" CZ asked, ignoring Anya's question as she bent over and opened he chest, revealing it to be filled with a modest assortment of clothing.

"Um, I don't know." Anya admitted as she looked at the spikes that were now her lower legs and feet with uncertainty.

"Try. When you can stand you can get dressed." CZ explained, speaking more that Anya was used to.

Anya looked at her legs for another second before slowly nodding and sliding them over the side of the bed, her body now moving as she wanted it to. She could somehow feel the tips of the spikes of ice brush against the carpet around the bed, but how could she feel it, and how could she walk on spikes?

Taking a deep breath, and preparing herself to either fall backward, or forwards onto her face, Anya used her arms to help and pulled herself, just like she would when standing up.

Surprisingly, once she was up she felt perfectly fine and stable, even more balanced than ever before even! Glancing down she realized that she wasn't actually balanced on the spike, but she was floating ever so slightly, about an inch away from the carpet; or more accurately the tips of the spikes were! She tried lifting her legs up, crouching down, bending over, she could do it all without a problem, as if she still had feet. It was strange, even stranger that her posture and balance felt better, making her smile slightly, happy to not be falling on her face.

"Clothing is here. Once you are clothed we will leave." CZ said as she took a step back, and looked at the open chest of clothing.

"Um okay." Anya said uncertainly as she began pulling pieces of clothing out. "Um, what do you mean leave? Where are we going like this?"

"To see our lord." CZ responded as Anya slipped on some undergarments and slid a long skirt on with no difficulty from her 'feet'

"Who?" Anya asked as she grabbed a shirt and put it on, finding that her hair actually had frost forming in it that made the shirt speckled with little bits of water that froze again in seconds. Was her body ice cold?

"Ainz Ooal Gown."

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Sven sat up on a massive bed and glanced around the room it was in, that he was in. Perfectly circular, only a single door, made of smooth stone and with a chandelier above him. The floor was carpeted, and the curtains on the bed cold be pulled around it, but where too thin to really hide anything. The room was clearly meant for one thing, holding someone. Sure it looked nice and was comfortable, but the fact was that it had only one massive door, and it was a little too nice really.

"So I'm imprisoned by, someone. After I died, but am somehow alive." Sven said to himself as he tried to think about the options and possibilities.

An illusion? No, he had felt the pain as splinters of bone broke into his skin, and he could still taste blood in his mouth somehow, like an aftertaste of death.

Had he been raise from the dead then? A sentient zombie to serve some sick necromancer, like the bastard that had killed them?

He looked down at his arms, finding them clean and with a healthy color to them. No, he wasn't dead; he could feel his heart in his chest as well.

Then Sven noticed something odd. His body felt good, but it also felt strange, different, not like it was supposed to. He looked down at his hand and flexed it. Nothing happened, but the feeling did not go away.

He got up and stood on the bed, feeling a little nervous from being completely naked, but looked himself over anyway. He always had a thin but strong body, but now his muscles were taught and wiry, and his body was leaner. He felt powerful, more so than before.

Moving to step off the bed though was when the strangeness really began, as he found himself moving through the air, landing on the wall and then sliding down it to the floor, all without feeling any resistance or pain.

"What the-?" Sven muttered as he looked back, seeing that he had moved almost five meters of distance with what was supposed to be a single step. Sven looked at the far wall of the room, gauging the distance, and then slowly arched up his foot, and slid his foot back. Instantly he was over the bed, and a second later had landed on the other side, almost hitting the wall but managing to stop just bare of it.

How was he moving so fast without any resistance or practice? It was like he was flying almost, like it was ingrained inside his body and mind. No, the capability was in his body, or more accurately, it was his body!

Sven looked down at his body, then noticing small cyclones of air swirling around his ankles. He looked at his wrists and saw the same, small cyclones of air swilling and twisting about soundlessly.

"So, I'm not human." Sven said calmly a he processed what the situation was. It was the only option. Ninya had said she had been brought back to life as a Kitsune by an item . . . so, what if she, or someone, had that item?

He wasn't proud of it, but his paranoia had gotten the better of him numerous times, making him listen on or eavesdrop on conversation Ninya and Shizu had had with each other. The first time had been after she had saved them, so he knew she had lied about some things, but kept them as half-truths.

The question though, was what was he now?

Looking to the bed Sven glanced down at his feet, the wind cyclones having dies down. He needed to figure out what he was, but he also was beginning to feel cold in the stone room while standing around naked. Carefully concentrating on walking normally he took a step, then another, and another, and found himself at the bed, without having jumped over it.

With a sigh of relief he crawled onto the bed and threw the covers over him, looking at his hands as he continued to think.

He wasn't human anymore. Sure he looked human as far as he could tell, but he wasn't, not anymore. He was some sort of demi human, or even some kind of monster. It had to be that item Ninya had mentioned that had been used on her. A wand of reincarnation. Who used it though? He knew that Ninya had been given one by Haiyou, but it had only one charge. Had she used t on him, to let everyone else die? Or had someone else had one as well? Was everyone alive, or was he the only one?

There were too many questions and not enough answers.

Then the door cracked open and Sven glanced up in worry, only to suddenly become afraid.

Standing in the doorway was a strange creature. It wore a military looking uniform that was colored like sand, but what made him afraid was not it clothing. Its hands were long and tipped with claws, its skin white with a stretched look to it. Its face was an oval of white, three simple black holes being the only thing there, like pits into oblivion itself, staring out at him.

Acting on instinct he did not recognize, Sven dashed off the bed toward the creature, cyclones tearing around his ankles and wrists and he was instantly in front of the creature, and punched down at its head.

Only for one of its hands to catch his fist like it was nothing.

"AH, the young friend of mein Sister awakens!" The creature said with a strangely familiar accent as it lightly pushed Svens arm back, causing him to fly backwards and land on the bed with a light thump. "Apologies, you seem lighter than before now!"

"You, who are you?" Sven asked as he sat up and immediately crotched down, preparing to move if the creature attacked. The creature's voice sounded familiar though. He just couldn't place it!

"Ah, so you do not recall your first meeting with I! " The being said with a flourish of his arms, making Svens eyes go wide.

"Wait, Haiyou? Ninya's fake brother?" Sven said in surprise, not fully able to believe it.

"Yes it is I! Pandora's Actor! Son of mein great lord and Father, Ainz Ooal Gown! I was known of Haiyou to deliver an item of great import to my dearest Sister, Ninya! That is when we met, among the corpse of a great Wurm that I slew with the skills and power bequeathed to me by mein great father!"

"You're not a Kitsune, how are you Ninyas brother?" Sven asked sitting down on the bed to be a little more composed, and decent.

"Ah, We need not be the same as we both were formed by our grand Fathers Great will!" Pandora's actor declared loudly, making Sven wince.

Then it all clicked. Haiyou, or Pandora's actor as it was, was Ainz's servant, just like Ninya was. Ainz was the one who used a wand of reincarnation on Ninya to bring her back. So he must have done the same to him!

"Are the others alive?" Sven asked, hoping to alleviate his first worry.

"But of course!" Pandora's actor replied proudly.

"Alright. This is the home of Ainz Ooal Gown then right?"

"YES! You sit in the great Tomb of Nazarick, Home, base and Abode of Mein great-"

"Okay I get it!" Sven interrupted loudly, already annoyed by Pandora's speech pattern. "Can I get some clothing and speak to him?"

"That was indeed the point of the arrival of I, Pandora's Actor! I bring to you clothing so that you may be an audience to my lord fathers greatness!" Pandora's actor said as he pulled out a pile of clothing from behind him somewhere, before tossing it onto the bed with perfect, flawless aim.

"Alright. So he wanted to speak to me, what, when I woke up then?" Sven asked as he looked over the clothing, finding them to be simple casual clothes. A pair of loose pants and simple sleeveless shirt along with a belt.

"Ah, you understand the great intents of-"

"Alright I get it, that's a yes!" Sven growled as he threw the clothing on and carefully walked over to Pandora actor. "Let's go then; I want to find out just what the situation is here, and what is going to be demanded of us!"

"But of course, follow me if you would!" Pandora's actor said calmly with a wave of his long arms, leading Sven out of the room, and to a meeting he was not looking forward to.

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Arisa opened her eyes, feeling the softness of a bed beneath her body, a pillow under her head, and warm sheets over her body. It felt nice, but she knew it was wrong, either impossible, or simply unlucky.

It would be impossible because, as much as she didn't want to believe it, she was most likely dead. She had felt the buildup from the spell just before it happened, but hadn't been able to wan everyone, or anyone. They all died in a blast of gore and bone.

If she wasn't dead, than she was simply unlucky. Her friends were dead, and if she was alive it meant someone had either healed or revived her. If they had done either, it was likely because they wanted something, either her mind, or her body. Either option left only one option, to kill those who had taken her, to either kill them, or even better, to break their minds and turn them into mindless thralls!

' . . . . Where did that come from?' Arisa suddenly thought to herself, realizing that her thoughts had been suddenly far more violent than she ever thought she could think.

"I . . . . Need, too . . . . . move." Arisa said to herself, every word an effort that pained her throat, as she tried to move her body, finding it stiff and unresponsive. She couldn't feel her legs, most of her body, or even some of her own head. She had to be paralyzed, or something similar.

Feeling a finger twitch ,and her feeling slowly returning to an arm, she pulled it over her body, finding that she had been sleeping on her side, and pulled her arm up in front of her, eyes going wide as she saw her own hand and arm.

Her arm and hand were not how they should have been. Her arm was light purple in color, with the backside of it being slightly darker purple. Her hand was similar, a light purple in color with the back of her hand and her fingers a darker shade. Her fingers also had strange webbing like skin between them that went halfway up her fingers, and her nails were such a dark purple they were almost black!

Arisa stared at her arm in bewilderment. One part of her wanted to scream in horrified shock, while the rest of her was simply curious. Then, after a moment of utter stillness, she remembered Ninya's story of how she was reincarnated, and realized something similar must have happened to her. Had Ninya's master done the same to her? Had Ninya? Was she the only one saved, or had everyone been saved? Questions whirled in Arisa's mind, but there were no answers, so she closed her eyes and calmed herself down.

Opening her eyes she looked over her hand and arm, noticing that on the back of her hand was a bright green, seemingly organic gemlike bulge. It looked strange, but it told her nothing of her circumstance or what she now was. So Arisa took a couple breaths and tried to roll herself onto her back, succeeding on her second try.

Above her was a massive chandelier, so large that if it fell there would be no way to get out of the way. Strangely though, it didn't worry her at all, and her own body seemed far more interesting.

Lifting both her arms up she found they both were the same, but also different. One of those gems was on the back of each hand, and the darker purple was the same on both, but it was not symmetrical. It made sense though, if the differing colors were a natural thing for whatever she now was, there's no reason it would be exactly the same. Maybe it was like skin coloration, or some kind of birth mark?

Arisa touched her own arms with the other, finding her skin now felt tough but also smoother, like it had no texture. Strangely she could still feel every spot she touched, both with her fingers and the arms themselves.

'She's awake.'

Arisa blinked at the sudden voice. It sounded, different, unhuman, both predatory and neutral, like a predator that was uninterested in her. The problem was where the voice had come from. She didn't hear the voice exactly; it was like she thought she heard it.

No, it was like when she was using the telepathy, hearing people surface thoughts. Was that what it was, hearing someone's surface thought? If it was, it was strange, as using the telepathy skill required concentration, she wasn't able to just hear anything.

Arisa blinked and put the worry out of her mind. whoever owned that thought didn't consider her a threat and clearly had no intentions of doing her harm ,so for now she needed to figure out what she was, then figure out if she could communicate or not.

Arisa placed her hands down beside her, intending to pull herself up into a sitting position, but stopped as she felt a tug at her skull. She had pressed her hand on something, and lifted it up. It looked like a long single tendril of flesh, and as she followed it with her hand, realized it went up to her head. She touched her head and found that instead of hair, there were numerous thick and seemingly muscular feeling tentacles coming down from her head. Each of them had a clear underside that had more feeling to it and was slightly less tough, and she even could feel hard beadlike bumps on most of them that felt similar to the ones on the back of her hands. Her hair was just like her arms, tough and nearly textures, but her hair was like tentacles, and she could feel them shift slightly under her, just like she could feel her arms.

Just what was she now?

Pushing herself up into a sitting position, using nothing but her hair none the less, Arisa glanced down at got the first good look at her body. Her torso was the same purple color, a lighter purple on her front, with the darker purple along her sides. Her breasts which before had been nearly non-existent, now actually had a shape to them, though still small, and she could see another one of those green gemlike bulged on her chest, between and a bit above her breasts. Her body also had healthy curves to it, comprised of prominent hips and a slender waist, making her sure she must have gotten somewhat taller and maybe a little bit older. As she looked though, she realized why her hips were so prominent, due to the bulge under the bed covers.

Throwing them off, she found that she no longer had a pair of thin legs like women were supposed to. Instead, a number of long, thick, muscular tentacles came down from her waist, each a dark purple in color with another green beadlike gem at the top just below her hips. She tried to move them like she would her legs, and got a twitch out of a couple of them, and then tried again, and again. After almost a dozen tries Arisa could actually move the thick tentacles about, and found that, not only could they move in ways no legs could ever even get close to, that there was also some tight smooth skin like ebbing between the tentacles for the first half foot up by her hips and down, almost like a biological skirt or something similar. She could the inner sides of each of her 'leg tentacles' was far less smooth and more muscular, and realised that that would likely be how she could gain movement with such a strange lower body.

After a couple moments of fiddling and testing with her legs and body, and her new balance, Arisa slowly shifted herself over to the side of the bed, her Tentacles legs, which she found there were a total of nine of them, slipping to the floor with muffled thumps and a light squelch. It seemed her tentacles had a thin coating of liquid on them, though it seemed she couldn't tell herself by her own sense of touch.

Glancing around Arisa took in the circular rooms complete lack of decorations and turned her gaze toward the one who had been in the room with her, the one who she had to forcibly ignore to not pick up their thoughts.

The woman wore an outfit similar to Ninya's thought it was more heavily layered and designed to look vaguely like a maid outfit. The sleeves covered her arms completely, and on her face was an unmoving mask. Again, one part of Arisa felt like she should run in fear, or get as far away from this unknown woman as possible. The rest of her however, felt something entirely different. It felt an uncaring being, able to do as it pleased, a soul similar to her own. And from this Arisa felt herself smile slightly, as if she couldn't control the reaction. "Hello."

"Hello." The girl responded instantly, sounding both polite and neutral all at once.

"I hope this isn't to direct, but might I have some clothing and a mirror?" Arisa asked, feeling extremely good and calm about the whole situation for some strange reason. She knew she should be fearful, worried, and even horrified that she wasn't a human anymore. But instead all she felt had calm hopefulness. And a small pang of hunger that seemed to slowly be getting larger.

"There are some on the other side of the bed." The woman said as she pointed behind Arisa, and as she turned around found that she was not lying. A full length mirror sat beside the bed, along with a large metal and wooden chest, opened and showing the contents within as various types of clothing.

"Ah, thank you." Arisa said as she pulled her legs up and slid them across the bed. taking a second to prepare herself she stood up off the bed. She had expected her new, more matured body shape to pose a problem for her balance, but instead found that her increased number of legs made a worry of balance impossible, and looked herself in the mirror. Exactly as she had seen her entire body was in shades of purple. Her face was still her own, but looked a couple years older, as did her entire torso's shape. The tentacles that made up her hair seemed to shift and wiggle casually, and she even found two short ones protruding slightly outwards like cowlicks of hair.

She knew she should be disgusted, but all she felt was appreciations and pride in her body. And that just made her somehow feel even stranger inside.

"You work for the one who did this to me?" Arisa asked as she bent down and began looking through the clothing, ignoring anything related to do with normal legs and instead looking for a single piece dress of some sort that would at least go down to the same length as her pseudo organic skirt did.

"Yes. I am Entoma Vasilissa Zeta, of the Pleiades battle maids of Nazarick. I serve my lord Ainz Ooal Gown, though he is not responsible for your new race." Entoma said, Arisa finding her voice oddly cute, even if the mask on her head did not move, making it slightly unsettling.

"Oh, I see." Arisa said as she found a dress that could work, one that was completely dark black, and began sliding it over her head, finding her hair tentacles sliding out the way as she did. "Who did this to me then? Are my friends alright or . . . ?"

"I cannot say as Lord Ainz told me not too. He wants to speak to you when you are ready." Entoma said simply as Arisa' hair tentacles began deftly tying the strings on the back of the dress, tightening it across her chest a bit more than she expected. It seemed she'd need to get used to that, and her hair tentacles being able to do such a thing.

"Oh. Okay." Arisa said as she tightened the waist of the dress a bit and turned to Entoma, her stomach suddenly loudly making noise. "Um, will there be food?"

"Yes, Lord Ainz said there will be a meal provided."

Arisa shivered unconsciously as suddenly the mental picture of a person jumped into her mind at the mention of food. "One second." She said as she slowly and meticulously began 'walking' toward Entoma, her Tentacles slipping and sliding over each other and moving her forward without making even the barest hint of sound. She crossed the distance in the same time it would have taken her to walk, and with a smile she nodded. "Alright, I'm ready!"

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Ainz Ooal Gown sat on his throne and stared at the forty flags that sat on the two sides of the throne room, high above. Only forty flags, for the one with his own sigil he had destroyed when he took the name of the guild as his own. When he thought back to it, it made for good effect, but that flag, his flag, was irreplaceable, and in a way he regretted it as much as he could with his current predicament.

'No, I must not think of that, there is something else that requires my attention' he thought as he looked down at to floor, where five magic circles sat, shimmering just slightly.

Ninya had done something impossible, but to do something impossible, it made the effects take a similarly impossible time, and now he could finally see the results of her actions. As they had all been a party together, their new existences would be just as much of a shock to each other as they had been to themselves, so he had set up a particular system.

Each of the party members would teleport into the throne room with the one escorting them, and each circle had a spell cast over it. Those who teleported through the circles would not be able to leave them, or see other people on the other circles, this way he could undo the spell at any time, to give them all a sudden view of each other, and the power he wielded, without having to resort to killing someone. It felt like a good plan, but the true test would not be how effectively it would work, but how well each of them took the changes their bodies had gone through.

Ainz of course had ideas of what they would be, but he had seen it as it was just beginning, and had not cared to look on the last few weeks. Their exact races were unknown to him now, and he would only know what they were after seeing them, or possibly looking at their statistic windows.

Ninya had been lucky with her change as it did not immediately alter her Alignment or personality to any real extent, he was sure that at least half of them would not be so lucky, so he was very curious as to what they would be. So curious he planned to kick everyone else out of the room to talk with them privately even!

Then the first Magic circle began glowing, then another, and another, then the last two. Ainz quickly placed his Mask upon his face and gloves on his hands, not wanting to show he was an Overlord to them immediately and scaring them to death. It would be a waste after such a miracle had happened after all. No, revealing his identity was an act that had to be used correctly.

A Second later, they all teleported into the throne room, and Ainz had to hold himself back from letting out a laugh. He had spoken with Ninya and Shizu many times since they had returned, both getting in depth stories of what they had gone through, and getting descriptions of who was who in Ninya's party. As such he felt he was well versed in their looks and basic personalities, and their changed were so varied and drastic he smiled beneath the mask.

"Demiurge, CZ, Entoma, Lupusregina, Pandoras Actor, Thank you all for escorting our guests to me!" Ainz said calmly from his throne, not getting off of it as his staff hovered ominously nearby. He could see the awe and surprise on the five adventurer's faces, as well as their nervous fear. Not allowing anyone to speak up though, he continued with an order. "You may all return to your duties, with the exception of Entoma. I would like you to go and fetch one of the live prisoners and prepare them for transport here when I tell you. That is all.

The five of them bowed and did as was asked of them. The five adventurers also did not move, but looked on in confusion when more names than they could see were called. Ainz waited a minute, then two, until finally one of the two men opened his mouth to speak, and he spoke over him.

"So, you are the adventurers that Partied up with Ninya then?" Ainz Asked, getting confused looks by them all as they looked around, unable to see each other. "Allow me," Ainz then said as her grabbed his staff and slammed it to the floor, dispersing the magic circles beneath their feet, and the spells weaved into them, in one instant.

The effect among the five of them was instantaneous. Each of them saw the other four and their reactions were all the same. Complete and utter shock and worry, mixed with fear. The two men still looked mostly like themselves, though obviously had some changes. The one woman who had been dead looked mostly the same as well, with the addition of her wings. The other two women however were far from how they originally looked, and none of them knew how to react or what to say.

The first to speak up however was Sven, as he glanced at Lowgen. "Lowgen."

"Y-yeah." Lowgen replied uncertainly.

"Kris." Sven said as he looked to her, getting a nod of confirmation. Then he looked to Anya and Arisa, and had to look between them for a few moments. "Anya, and Arisa . . . . right?"

"Y-yes." Arisa responded, looking away with a strange expression, while Anya just nodded, tears filling her eyes before they turned into small spheres of ice and fell to the ground.

"Oh, thank goodness everyone is alright!" Anya cried with happiness, wiping tears from her eyes, and throwing the ice drops to the ground in turn.

"Alright, isn't the word I would use!" Lowgen said gruffly.

"No, we're alive but . . . . " Sven stopped as he looked to Ainz. "What exactly are we? Aside from, not human now I mean?"

"Call it what it is Sven, Were monsters!" Lowgen said with a growl as he looked at Ainz as well, "And you are the reason, right?"

Ainz chuckled, making them all look at him warily. "As comical as that would be, my apprentice is responsible for your new existences, not I."

"Your apprentice?" Anya asked in confusion.

"Ninya." Sven said a few seconds later, connecting the dots.

"Very good. Yes, she is the one responsible for allowing you to live again!" Ainz declared. "Would you like to know how?"

"Of course we do!" Lowgen snapped, his eyes filled with anger.

"Hmph, very well. I had used a magical item called a wand of reincarnation to reincarnate her, and the same wand was delivered to her by my servant Pandora's actor, who was masquerading as the one called Haiyou. The wand had one charge within it. But she managed a minor miracle and was able to spread its last charges effect to all of you. Of course, this made the changes take far longer than it normally would, though the effect itself did not diminish it would appear."

"Where is Ninya then?" Sven asked surprising Ainz a bit. After all, he had expected them to be more worried about how long they were out. Having a caring party truly was a wonderful thing!

"Ninya is, preoccupied at the moment due to an understanding of orders between us, related to your own situations." Ainz Explained as he stood up. "Before we continue, shall I explain to you each what you have become?"

"Please do!" Arisa said instantly, surprising everyone with how sure she sounded. "I keep having odd thoughts, and think little of them. I need to know why!"

"I see. Then I shall begin with you!" Ainz said as he silently used an information spell, pulling up Arisa'a information, just to be sure she was what he figured. "You my dear Magic caster are now known as what is called a Mind flayer!"

"A, mind flayer?" Anya asked, sounding somewhat afraid of the name.

Arisa however was looking at her own hand, "And, what is that exactly, I have never heard of it before."

"I would think not. They come from the land I do, but that does not matter. A Mind flayer Is an Extremely intelligent creature that has a natural immunity, and a gift, for Psionic magic. Mind magic. They are well known as a race that indulges their desires by breaking and enslaving those they find to do their bidding. They also primarily subsist off of psychological energy, that is, the minds of other creatures!"

"Oh my gods!" Anya muttered in horror.

Arisa however, seemed to be smiling ever so slightly. "I, see. . . . .I suppose there's no choice but to get used to it then, right?"

"Arisa how can you say that?!" Anya exclaimed in surprise.

"She can say it, because many races of Heteromorphics have particular Alignments that are a part of what they are. Mind Flayers are most often Lawfully Evil, and as such her disposition and thoughts have likely been effected by this. She is the same person, but her thought processes will have altered to be more evil and selfish."

"I . . . . Do feel kind of like getting revenge on people all of a sudden." Arisa admitted, her hair shifting strongly. "And, like killing people. I know it's bad but. . I just don't feel that against it. Weird."

"No, not weird, dangerous!" Anya said as she slid over and looked at Arisa, only then noticing that she had gotten a bit taller, " Are you sure you re still . . .You?"

Arisa looked at Anya for a second and nodded with a smile. "Yes, I'm still me. Just, maybe a little more dangerous I guess. I don't think I'll be so indecisive either."

"Okay, promise me you won't give into those urges?" Anya asked, making Arisa look conflicted.

"I- I'll try."

"If you are quiet finished, there are still four of you with no ideas what you are." Ainz said with a slightly annoyed tone. "Unless you like being kept in the dark perhaps?"

"No, please continue." Kris said, sounding oddly vocal.

"Very well, then continuing with the one who caused this little pause." Ainz Said as he looked to Anya. "You have been turned into an Elemental, a Subspecies of an Undine, An elemental of Ice called a Glacies. You are ice and snow incarnate, able to manipulate it at will, as your body is both flesh and element."

"And . . . my alignment?" Anya asked nervously as she looked herself over, lifting one of her pointed legs with a look of undecided confusion

"Glacies are Unrelated to good or evil, and their ideals are shaped by their lives. Your alignment has likely not changed form when you were human."

"Oh thank goodness!" Anya said with relief. "Is there anything else?"

" Hmm, you may have a difficult time dealing with extreme heat, and might find yourself feeling unaffected by events not directly related to you. But aside from that, no, not that I can think of at this time."

"I see. . . . Can I get feet, or . . ."

"You could perhaps form them of ice from your legs, but they would be only for looks."

"Damn. Need to get used to floating around I guess." Anya said with a sigh as she raised a leg and crossed it over the other, seemingly sitting on nothing as she floated there.

"Well you have a good start at it then!" Ainz said with a chuckle as he looked to Kris, Lowgen and Sven. "Now, who wishes to know of their existence next?"

"May I?" Kris asked as she looked to Sven and Lowgen, both of whom nodded.

"Very well. . . . Oh? Interesting, and unexpected! From having been partly deceased already, you have been reincarnated into an avatar of death, and of Rebirth; An Angel of Death, sometimes Called a Stygian Angel, or a Death god!"

"A Stygian Angel?" Kris asked in awe as she shifted her wings around, glancing at the black tips.

"Yes. Angels normally are immune to holy energies, but an angel of death is only resistant to them because they are also resistant to death energy, such as necromancy. Similarly, Death angels innately know necromantic magic, such as raising the dead, and can learn holy magic as well."

"Anything else? What of my alignment?" Kris asked as she took a step forward, her voice far stronger than before.

"Hmm, you can fly without magic, obviously. But for the most part, your own skills shall shape how you grow. Angels of Death are often chaotic good, willing to go to great extents to do what they feel is right, and to take the souls of those who have sinned. You likely will feel a strong response to witnessing law breaking, yet may feel a lack of care to breaking them yourself if you can rationalize a good reason as to why."

"Will I feel anything specific if I see undead or other angels?"

"It will depend on your own feelings, you may feel disgust, a desire to defeat them, or use them. It will depend on each individual situation." Ainz Responded calmly.

"Okay. Thank you for explaining this to me." Kris said as she looked over herself and smiled at the fact that, not only did she have a heartbeat, she felt stronger as well.

"Then, you are-" Ainz Began to say as he looked to Lowgen.

"A werewolf, I know." Said Lowgen gruffly, Continue on already.

Ainz internally thanked his prior decision to have no Nazarick resident nearby for this conversation, as Lowgen's response would have gotten him killed if Demiurge, Albedo or any guardian was present. "No, you are not a werewolf." Ainz said after a few seconds of silence.

"I am, I've already transformed once. I'm some sort of demonic werewolf." Lowgen insisted rather angrily, his tone very close to a growl.

"No, you are not demonic. You are a Subspecies of a Werewolf, known as a Wendigo."

". . . Fine, I'm listening."

"Good. A Wendigo is a Subspecies of Werewolf known for its more powerful frame, and its extreme desires of violence and greed. They are naturally violent and take what they wish, sinning without a care. It is not just lives they will take, but equipment, bodies and, other things as well." Ainz said to Lowgen with a knowing smirk, causing him to instinctively growl at him. "They are however, one of the most powerful creatures of the forests. Their bodies are highly resistant to all non-magical weaponry, and their claws and teeth are known to be able to pierce plate mail and cut through solid rock!"

"So I'm a Mutant werewolf that is driven by instinct and violence then." Lowgen said with an angry scowl.

"That is a more accurate description, yes." Ainz Said as he looked to Sven. "And you, you are something I have only heard of!"

"Some kind of wind elemental, right?" Sven asked calmly, far more so than Anya or Lowgen were.

"Yes, similar. You are what is known as a Kamaitachi, Often called a Sickle Wind. While you look humanoid, you are essentially an avatar of wind and blades, capable of moving at the speed of the greatest winds, and turning such winds into blades that can cut like a razor. However, as you are essentially a physical manifestation of winds themselves, your body is not as heavy as it once was. You will likely be not even a quarter of your previous weight. Your physical strength shall be weaker, and shows of pure strength your downfall."

"I see." Sven said as he looked at his hand, realizing why he had been able to move so easily. "I assume that my alignment hasn't shifted all that much? I don't feel any different at least."

"No, your alignment will likely not have changed. Your friends who have will keep the rest of you busy enough!" Ainz said with a chuckle as he came down from his throne. "Now then, those questions are out of the way, so we can speak of the reason you are here!"

"Please do." Sven said quickly, noticing that Anya and Lowgen both were about to speak up, and did not look even close to calm.

"Hmmm. You all are no longer Human but Monsters, Heteromorphic's, highly intelligent being far greater than simple humans, just as Ninya and CZ are. Ninya is of course my apprentice, but you all, know nothing of your new lives or your capabilities. As such I shall offer you the same deal that Ninya was offered. You can serve me, and in return, you will learn of your new abilities, become greater than any hero, and can have your revenge upon the ones who killed you!

All five of them were silent for a moment until Arisa raised a hand, some of her hair tentacles copying the motion halfway. "I have a question. Two of them actually."

"Very well. Speak."

"I seem to be able to passively pick up peoples surface thoughts, the one who escorted me here, my friends inner thoughts, but I cannot hear thoughts from you. Why is that?"

"I see. Very well I suppose there is no harm in it now. You cannot read my thoughts, because Undead are immune to psionic magic's." Ainz said as he reached at took his mask off, revealing his skull to them all.

The reaction was immediate. Anya and Lowgen tensed and visibly readied themselves, having no weapons at their immediate disposal. While in comparison, Arisa, Kris and Sven did look visibly surprised, but did not look horrified or shocked.

"So . . . . Ainz Ooal Gown, the hero of Carne village, is a lich then?" Sven asked carefully.

"No, I am an overlord, a being far beyond what a simple lich could ever hope to achieve!" Ainz Stated as he willed the gloves over his hands away. "I am a master of death itself, beyond what any lich, necromancer, demon or hero could compare to!"

"So, why can I hear Kris's thoughts then?" Arisa asked seemingly unfazed by the sudden overlord before them, or the power he had suddenly radiated for but a moment that cowed Anya and Lowgen to step back.

"Because, as an Angel of death, she has been removed from death." Ainz said as he looked to Kris, his jaw seeming shifting to a smile. "Reincarnation has saved you from the curse of undeath!"

Kris nodded, silently understanding his meaning and steeling herself.

"Now, what was your other question?" Ainz asked after a moment.

"The same as what Sven's would be." Arisa said as she glanced to Sven a bit. "Will we have the same rights and freedoms as Ninya does if we agree to this?"

"What! How can you both even be considering this?" Anya cried out a she looked to Arisa. "It's a LICH! An undead!"

"So was Kris." Sven said simply, making Anya turn to him.

"That's, that's not-"

"It's an undead that is controlling Ninya and countless others and is masquerading as a savior for unknown reasons." Lowgen said, looking angry.

"He saved Ninya, and is giving us a chance to understand what has happened to us." Sven said calmly.

"You mean to help us deal with becoming monsters!" Lowgen growled as he walked over to Sven, isn't that what you mean boy!?"

"Ninya was the one that saved us." Kris said, Arisa continuing the thought.

"Her teacher is simply offering us the same."

Silence reigned as the three f them simply looked at Anya and Lowgen, both who looked heavily conflicted.

"You're taking this too well Arisa." Anya said with a sigh.

"Maybe, but I feel better now than I have in years." Arisa answered with a shrug as she looked at Lowgen.

Lowgen looked away from her and glared at Sven." Are you seriously okay with this?"

"There's not really any other option." Sven admitted. "It's agree, or learn on our own and possibly lose our minds, and ourselves. I don't want that."

" . . . . .FUCK! Fine, just, fine!" Lowgen swore after a couple seconds of silence.

"Then we would be . . ." Arisa began, but stopped as she looked to Kris and gesture to go ahead.

"That mind reading might get a little old really fast." Kris said with a smile as she stepped forward. "Before we agree to your offer, can we please know where Ninya is?"

"I told you she was busy, if I recall." Ainz replied coolly.

"I know. But we need to see her, to prove that she is doing fine." Sven added. "To prove we are not being played.

Ainz chuckled as a hole seemed to appear in the air beside him, showing a strange circular arena like area of sand. In the arena was an army of monsters. Undead, giant lizards, even beings made of fire and water and earth. And in the centre of it stood Ninya. She stood without her upper clothing, her chest being covered only by a wrapping of bandages as she dashed around, cutting through them with her sword, while fire and other magic's spewed from her tails. All four of them.

"Wait, is that, Ninya. Doesn't she have only two tails?" Lowgen asked in confusion.

"When you last were with her yes, she did." Ainz said with a chuckle. "But when you train nearly nonstop for almost two months, you inevitably get stronger!"

"Wait, two months?!" Anya exclaimed.

"Is that how long we've been dead for?" Kris asked.

"No, it is how long your bodies have been reincarnating for. A small price to pay for all five of you to be affected by a spell meant for one I'd think." Ainz said as the hole disappeared. "Ninya is fine, and while you all have been reincarnating she has been training, in the hopes that she can make it up to you. So, there will be some rules and regulations, but what do you say to my offer?"

All five of them nodded, some quicker than others.

"Excellent. Entoma, you and the Homunculi may enter now." Ainz said, and a second later Entoma and a pair of women came in. the women wore regular maid outfits and were pushing large carts covered in various types of foods, and even a couple bottles of wine. Entoma however, was carrying a tied up human over her shoulder like it was completely normal. "As you all have just recently been reborn, your bodies are very weak, or will become so very shortly. So please, eat. Once you are done, then we shall truly begin!"

"What is that man here for then?" Sven asked nervously as he walked up to one of the carts, looking over the assortment of meats, breads, cheeses and other similar foods. it was simple, but definitely would be filling from the looks of it.

"A farmer, one who stumbled upon Nazarick just a week ago. He is here, for you." Ainz said as he looked to Arisa.

"M-Me?" Arisa asked as in the back of her mind she knew why. She felt the man's fear, could almost taste it on her tongue as if it was ambrosia.

" Yes. While Glacies, and Wendigo's can eat regular food just like angels and Kamaitachi can, your diet is a little more. . . . Refined. You can eat regular food, but it will not provide its full sustenance to your body. To truly feel full, you must consume the minds of sentient beings, though you will likely not need to do so nearly as often as others need to eat." Ainz explained calmly, as if telling someone how to ride a horse.

"You're going to just make her kill someone? Just like that?!" Anya nearly shrieked in horror.

"She could starve if you prefer?" Ainz said with an inward smirk as he looked back to Arisa. "So, what will you do?"

Arisa looked at the man as Entoma put him on the floor. She could feel her mind wandering, slinking across his thoughts like some sort of infection, feasting on his fear. "How . . . how often would I need to eat, minds?"

Ainz Hummed for a moment, as he tapped his chin with a finger. "An Exact number would be difficult, but I would think no more than once a month, possibly once every three weeks."

"I see. . . . How do I . . ." Arisa asked curiously, unaware that she was licking her lips in anticipation, making Anya look worried and horrified all at once.

"Your Heteromorphic instincts should guide you." Ainz replied smugly.

Arisa nodded as she slowly began sliding over to the human, Entoma grabbing him by his bindings and sitting him up. His mouth was gagged, but as soon as he saw Arisa he began screaming through the gag, his eyes wide with fear.

"This hunger isn't going away, so sorry." Arisa muttered as she came up to him and unconsciously placed a hand on his head. Instantly his body seized up, and Arisa could feel energy flowing out into her arms and then into the core of her body. It was warm and cool, sweet and bitter, and most of all, the best thing she had ever tasted. She placed her other hand on the man and ate as she would, and a moment later she took her hands away from the man, feeling fuller, and more powerful than ever before. The man however had no life in his eyes, and while his body was clearly alive, his mind no longer was. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize, he can't hear you anyway." Ainz chuckled. "It is simply one creature feeding on that weaker than itself. Entoma you may have the body if you wish."

"Thank you, Lord Ainz." Entoma said as she picked up the body and carried it over to a corner of the room, before brutally digging in. bits of flesh and blood squirted out, but it was all from behind Entoma, as the majority of it was unseen. That did little to ease everyone else's disgust however.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Anya said with a groan.

"Agreed. Sven muttered as he looked back to the carts of food, suddenly wondering if the meat was what it looked like, or if it was something else entirely.

"There is nothing on those carts you would not normally eat." Ainz Suddenly spoke up, knowing what was going through Svens mind. "So, eat."

"What happens afterwords?" Kris asked as she walked over and picked up a skewer of meat, just as even grabbed a piece of bread with seeds all over it.

" Once you are done filling your stomachs, we shall move on to what first must be dealt with, making you understand your new capabilities, and learning to control them."

"Then let's go already, we can eat while we train!" Lowgen exclaimed, sounding very impatient.

"Very well. Let's see just how much you can handle!"

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Name: Lowgen Slaaz

Title: Wild blade

Race: Wendigo

Adventurer rank: silver plate

Racial Levels:

Wendigo LVL 1

Class Level's:

Berserker LVL 11

Fighter LVL 3

Weapon master LVL 2

LEVEL TOTAL : 17

Talents:

Frenzy – can become frenzied in combat. Boosting strength, but limiting intelligence. Also mitigate mental conditions.

Wild beast – Moderate boosts to physical stats and resistances. Higher in rural terrain. Stat loss when in cities.

Unleash – Can turn into a wendigo form, massively boosting all stats, and resistances. Cannot wield weapons in this form, but claws and horns act as weapons with high statistics. Has resistance to non-silvered weapons at all times.

Weapon skills:

Savage blow – A single empowered strike.

Multi-strike: A martial art that allows attacks in quick succession. Damage is split between the numbers of attacks. Maximum current strikes – 3

Mutilate – Usable only in full Wendigo form. An Attack with claws and teeth that knock down a target and proceeds to maul them with claws and teeth. Very powerful, cannot be blocked by physical skills, but leaves open to attack while using it.

Adventurer's guild status: Assumed KIA.

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Name: Sven Trayvern

Title: None

Race: Kamaitachi

Adventurer rank: Silver Plate

Racial Levels:

Kamaitachi LVL 1

Class Level's:

Fighter LVL 7

Monk LVL 2

Strategist LVL 5

Ninja LVL 2

LEVEL TOTAL: 17

Talents:

Ally boost – speeds XP Gain for allies (hidden talent)

Wind Control – Can manipulate winds freely with practice.

Gale dash – Can utilize winds to travel and move at astounding speeds. Is not always a good thing, because the area must be taken into consideration.

Weapon skills:

Minor ability boost

Falling petals – Chaotic Motions give away to a swarm of thrown knives before a chain of Melee strikes is given. Leaves user open so uses it only rarely.

Sickle Winds – Can form winds into short blades of particulate matter that hover ou from the wrists or feet. Extremely sharp, but short ranged and not effective against armour.

Adventurer's guild status: Assumed KIA.

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Name: Anastasia Kholodna ( Anya)

Title: Knight from the north

Race: Glacies (Elemental of Ice)

Adventurer rank: Iron plate

Racial Levels:

Glacies LVL 1

Class Level's:

Guardian LVL 7

Knight LVL 6

Elementalist: Ice LVL2

LEVEL TOTAL : 16

Talents:

Reaction Delay – Damage taken is applied over time instead of all at once. Allows for longer combat and for long term healing to cancel damage.

Glacial Skin – Damage from Slashing and piercing attacks down, but increased damaged from bludgeoning damage. Immunity to ice and water, weakness to fire and electricity.

Elemental Traversal – Can hover up to 1.5 meters off the ground and slowly descend down from higher places with some modicum of control.

Weapon skills:

Heavy swing – a heavy two handed swing of her halberd. Can strike multiple people at once. A martial art that can be used quickly to dangerous effect against unarmoured opponents.

Adventurer's guild status: Assumed KIA.

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Name: Arisa Fluerth

Title: Purple mage

Race: Mind Flayer (Ithilid)

Adventurer rank: Iron plate

Racial Levels:

Mind flayer LVL 1

Class Level's:

Magician LVL 5

Wizard LVL 5

Scribe LVL 2

Psionic LVL 1

Corrupter LVL 1

LEVEL TOTAL : 15

Talents:

Magic Dam – Can supress magic flow on the user's body. Stopping them from being noticed by mother magic casters and limiting how easily notice they are by regular people.

Open book (replaces mind peek) – Can passively hear surface thoughts of non-undead and non-shielded intelligent beings within a 200M radius. Psionic magic learning ability increased by X4

Magic capability:

Psionic (all types) - Major

Defensive enhancements – moderate.

Offensive thaumaturgy – Medium.

Specializes currently in offensive support.

Adventurer's guild status: Assumed KIA.

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Name: Kris

Title: Rusted Knight

Race: Angel of Death (also called Stygian Angel)

Adventurer rank: Iron plate

Racial Levels:

Angel of Death LVL 5

Class Level's:

Knight LVL 7

Necromancer LVL 3

Vengeance seeker LVL 3

Valkyrie: Sword/Shield LVL 1

Hierophant LVL 1

LEVEL TOTAL : 20

Talents:

True Sight (Replaces boundary eye) – Can see through enchantments and disguises, including shapeshifting and magical illusions. Can understand the usage of magical items at a glance.

Celestial flight – Can fly naturally to a much greater degree than most other beings. spells or effects that would mitigate or limit flight abilities have decreased effect and duration.

Darklight – Resistance to Radiant and Necrotic magic's and effects. increased ability to learn Radiant and Necrotic magic's.

Salvation (Replaces Possession force.) Can create a field of Necro/radiant energy that preserves a body within from harm ,and stops it from taking damage or changing its stats. Can only be used on dying or unconscious entities to prolong their life until healing can be provided. The field can be moved at will, taking the person with it.

Weapon skills:

Castle of steel (replaces wall of steel) – Can turn the body and armour invulnerable for a moderate time. cannot move from their positions but can move their upper body and use ranged attacks of weapons or magic.

Magic capability:

Radiant magic – Moderate

Necrotic magic - Moderate

Basic defensive magic – Minor.

Adventurer's guild status: Assumed KIA.

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Name: Ninya

Title: Apprentice of the Tomb of Nazarick

Race: Kitsune

Adventurer rank: Iron plate

Racial Levels:

Zenko Kitsune (lvl3 – 12%) – Good Kitsune, levels increase shapeshifting capability and shift Alignment in the good direction. increases max mana by .10% per level after 2.

Yako Kitsune (lvl3 – 37%) – Chaotic Kitsune, levels increase illusion and charming magic capabilities, and shifts alignment towards chaotic with the desire for power, but not true evil. increases max mana by .10% per level after 2.

A Kitsune can only level one of either Zenko or Yako Kitsune to lvl10.

Class levels:

Wizard (9) 81%

Miko (6) 24%

Medium (1) 12%

Fighter (4) 9% -

Spellblade (5) 63% - Spellblade levels add to total magic levels only when it hits lvl3 and thereafter.

Elementalist: Fire (4) 13%

Level total: 35

Tails – (4) - Gets another tail every 7 magic levels. Unlocks next tier of magic and boosts magical power.

Magic capability:

Spiritual magic (all kinds) – Major

Combat magic – Moderate

Defensive magic – Moderate

Support Magic – Moderate

Fire magic – Major

Melee magic – Moderate

Enchanting/ cursing – minor to moderate

Summoning magic – Minor to moderate

Adventurer's guild status: Assumed KIA.

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