Waking up because of the morning sun, Wilma felt the changes in her body which was now getting fitter. Feeling the changes from within her body, Wilma stretched, feeling refreshed and comfortable. She didn't realize she had been meditating all night to feel the mana in the air.
"I have to try the basic spell I remember from the memory of the owner of this body."
This young woman tried out the basic elemental natural spell that the owner of this body had learned before. Using the image imagined in her mind, Wilma was able to use all the basic natural elements.
"Wow, I can use all natural elements?! Isn't the previous owner of this body only able to use the water element to be able to use clean magic using water? Could it be because of the different souls that the talents are different?"
Wilma used to read from the online novels she read in the Earth Realm that different souls would usually make the talents of the other souls’ strengths different, maybe she was like that too. If her guess was right, then she could live a better life in this world.
Lazy to think about the reason for the change in aptitude, Wilma only felt grateful because she could live more safely and comfortably with the talents she got, without realizing that not everyone who can use magic has talent for all elements, like her.
After finishing making breakfast for herself, Wilma intended to go to a small village near the forest where she was. This woman wanted to replace the shattered clothes she was wearing with better ones.
Beast Capital
Head-priest Kir had a lot on his mind ever since he received the Oracle from the Beast God in a secret altar that could only be entered for worship and also received the Oracle from the Beast God. The secret altar was in a room fully guarded by the Beast God Holy Knight. This room can only be entered by High Priests and Head-priests to pray to the Beast God.
"Head Priest, what exactly happened to you?" asked the chief minister's personal assistant; Viyo. Viyo is a descendant of the two-tail werewolf clan. This clan has had the aptitude for generations to become the priests of the Beast God Temple.
"Hmm, this head-priest is just being confused on a pretty important matter." Kir took a deep breath. This head-priest of the lunar werewolf clan, is one of the good friends and little friends of the Prince of the Olun family.
"What makes you look confused right now, it is maybe about the Oracle that was just given by the Beast God. Viyo looks curious about the new Oracle that was given by the Beast God after several hundred years of the Beast-God Oracle not being passed down.
Viyo was able to know there was a new Oracle because every time a new Oracle was given in the secret Altar room, the High-priests who wore their title-marking baptism bracelets would glow golden when a new Oracle was revealed by the Beast God. This baptismal bracelet will only be given to high-priests when they are inducted into the high-priests in the secret altar room. Viyo as assistant to the Head-priest is also a member of the High-priest so he knows the presence of the new Oracle.
"The Oracle isn't a problem you can think of, Viyo. You'd better not be so curious about it." Kir was forced to warn his assistant. Even though Viyo is a member of the High-priests from the Beast Temple, the matter regarding the Oracle is not allowed to be interfered with by anyone's hands unless the Head-priest needs their help.
"Forgive my impudence, Head-priest. This priest just wanted to be of help. This one might be able to come up with an idea to be some help to your problem."
"This Head-priest knows your kindness, if not for this priest knowing that you are very loyal, this priest would not have warned you."
“Thank you for the warning, Head-priest.” Viyo breathed a sigh of relief listening to his superior's explanation. This Head-priest’s assistant didn't want the Head-priest to doubt his loyalty to him.
Wilma walked for almost a day to get out of the forest where she was staying the night before. Wilma didn't realize that her body that was supposed to be weak from almost dying yesterday had become stronger than ordinary citizens of this realm. Not only was her body transformed from within by the water of the river where she bathed, but also because she was meditating and absorbing natural element mana, the bloodline witches in her supposedly thin blood started to become purer.
Wilma arrived at nighttime in front of a small village gate made of 2 meter high stakes surrounded by a wooden fence that was quite sturdy even though it looked simple. There was a middle-aged guard sleeping beside the doorless gate. The guard was fast asleep even though Wilma was standing in front of him waving her slender fingers to test the middle-aged man's sleep.
Relieved to be unquestioned about her state of wearing shattered dirty clothes, Wilma walked into the sleeping village. This young woman wished she could find a change of clothes to wear to replace her shattered clothes. Walk in on the simple dirt village road. She looked around the village where there were many houses made of soil and straw; these villagers' houses looked like remote village houses in the Earth realm that she had seen in historical records. It seemed like this small village was only the size of a football field on Earth. Wilma walked while looking to see if there were any villagers drying clothes that he could borrow.
Luckily she found several houses hanging clothes on the side of their house. Walking slowly, Wilma approached the house closest to her. Looking at the clothes hanging by pieces of wood like bamboo clotheslines that she had seen, this woman thought about what clothes to wear. Wilma knew she couldn't take a lot of clothes so she only looked for women's underwear that fit her body. Her body size wasn't big and slim, maybe because of living as a slave before, this body wasn't as bulky as a woman should be.
"I think I can dress like a man now." Wilma touched her chest which was flat like the runway. "I will take care of this body once I can enroll in the guild later."
Wilma took some of the men's clothes that were a bit large from her current body. She only took 3 sets of clothes to change from different houses and also a hoodie long jacket because she didn't intend to stay in this small village for the night. Taking the small bed sheets that were dried in the yard, she put the clothes down and made a simple bag out of the dark colored sheets, so she can save the things.Walking towards the gate of the opposite village, she guessed she could go to another village through it. While walking Wilma found a field where she saw a group of plants like sweet potato, so she stopped for a while to dig a few. She needed the plant for her future trip.Storing the sweet potatoes in her makeshift bag, Wilma walked back to the gate of the second village. Exiting the gate he glanced at the gatekeeper who was also asleep like the previous ga
"Chief Marc, the food we smell is coming from not far from here."Vern; The head guard of the Marc family's merchant caravan, told him the news he got from his men's scouting. This group just came out of Suri Forest, looking for the Snow fox cub which is only in Suri Forest.The Snow Fox race in Suri Forest has a strange tradition. They will come out of the Suri Forest when they grow up and can reproduce to find their mate if they don't find it in their clan. When they give birth to their cubs, they will also leave their cub behind when they have finished breastfeeding in half a year and let their cub roam. This tradition causes many people to try to catch the Snow fox cub in Suri Forest to sell it because the beauty of the Snow fox cub makes many people want to keep them and maybe they can marry the Snow fox cub when they grow up later.
Wilma brought all her food supplies for the caravan group after leaving two sweet potatoes for her to eat tomorrow. Chief Marc and Vern gulped after seeing the pile of magic potatoes in front of them. They didn't expect that they could see 20 magic potatoes in front of them. All the magic potatoes in front of them were still intact and uncut."Mister, do you have all your food supplies; magic potatoes?" asked Rick Marc couldn't contain his enthusiasm. Magic potatoes are not easy to get. The benefits of this food are very large, the price is also expensive. 20 magic potatoes can buy a medium-house in Beast Capital city for 1000 platinum coins."Magic potatoes?" Wilma had no recollection of ever seeing a magic potato only knew its name from the memory of the previous owner of this body.Hearing the questioning t
“Ugh~” a groaning voice rang out from within prince Lindens Olun's large and spacious room.In the room was seen a man with a stocky body and a slim waist writhing on a bed with a blanket that was damaged by werewolf nails emerging from his wolf-like fingers. Tonight, like the previous nights when he had a rut period, Lindens again felt the blood in his body burning from within his body and soul. He hated the days he had to go through because of his rut period as a descendant of Olun.Other Werebeast race alphas when experiencing rut periods only feel the blood in their bodies become enthusiastic so they need to vent themselves to sleep with other people during the rut period. But, purebreds like Lindens Olun couldn't do all that. The rut period for the Alpha descendants of Olun had to experience feeling the blood in their bodies burn to the depths
Wilma opened her eyes quickly when she woke up inside the tent with an unfamiliar sight. It took the young lady a moment to remember that she was in another world and inside the new magic tent she had gotten from the merchant last night. Remembering the Marc merchant family, Wilma immediately got up from her sleeping bag and cleaned herself with cleaning magic. She was afraid of being left behind if he slept too long, she still had not mastered time in this world. Coming out of her tent, Wilma saw Marc's caravan of merchants making breakfast out of magic potatoes."Ah, did you just wake up, Mister?"Vern saw the mister who sold magic potatoes for his caravan come out of the tent, still wearing a hoodie jacket that covered most of his face. Standing in the morning sun, Vern saw the mister had a petite body like a teenager. It made the man with burly bodies
After breakfast, the caravan group and Wilma prepared to leave for the nearest town; Sirum CIty."Mister, you can come in and sit in this carriage. You can sit with this Marc. This carriage is specially used by this Marc and also my assistant; Paul." Rick explained the carriage that Wilma could use to join him on his caravan trip."Is he related to Vern?" Wilma asked curiously because this man had an aura similar to Vern even though he wasn't as stocky as head bodyguard Rick Marc."Oh, you can see. Vern and Paul are brothers. They're cousins from the same clan. Even though Paul looks like this he's from the Werebear clan.""Oh?" Wilma was quite surprised to hear that because according to her knowledge the werebear clan had residents who were stout like bodybuilders from
"Are you Witches?""Witches?"Wilma was a bit confused to accept the fact that she belonged to Witches, because as far as the previous owner of her body from the books she read, Witches usually took great care of their offspring because it was rare for the descendants of Witches to pass their power on to their children.How could she have Witches blood and power when she was a slave?"You didn't know you had the power of Witches?" The guild receptionist was confused by the expression of this new adventurer. This new adventurer doesn't seem to know that she has the power of Witches."I thought I was a mage." Wilma tried to explain her opinion."Didn't your parents tell you that you
“Witches Myan, I heard that there is a new adventurer with a new Witches bloodline enrolled in the Sirum City branch adventurer guild.” Witches Madea spoke with the Witches head of the Sirum City branch.Witches Myan is the head of the Witches Coven branch in Sirum City. This old lady is one of the High-level Witches in the Witches community who is respected in SULIME REALM. This old lady was over 300 years old where high-level Witches as well as werebeasts with high-level powers had a lifespan of up to 500 years. In SULIME REALM, the possessor of high-level power lived up to 500 years at most."Really? There are Witches bloodlines registering as adventurers in the adventurer's guild in Sirum City? Are you sure?"