Chapter 239: Number Thirteen

Lady Kali shook her head.

"Consider it a favor I owe you."

The cat-fairy Little Orange looked surprised again: "Little Kali is actually willing to admit she owes someone a favor?"

"Shut up."

"There are quite a few things needed to hatch this, and treasures capable of activating both flesh and spirit. Do you have enough?"

"A while back, a Tree Spirit friend exchanged a few vine leaves with me. Using this item as potion material, the effect won't be optimal, but it should be close enough."

A Tree Spirit friend?

Rod asked curiously, "Vivian?"

Seeing Kali nod.

He felt strangely uncomfortable.

Leaving aside the Tree Spirit's indifferent nature, why didn't Vivian ask him for what she wanted?

We've been so open with each other!

"What did she exchange?"

"Without the party's consent, I cannot say."

Rod looked depressed, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Kali ignored him and began crafting the magic potion.

In fact, using the Tree Spirit's vine leaves as alchemical material isn't quite enough to awaken the spirit and flesh; she would need to add more materials and cast more spells.

It is estimated to take two or three days.

Although for long-lived beings like elves, this amount of time isn't particularly long.

Of course, if there were a Spirit Seed at this moment, that would be best.

At that moment, the Forest Warden reached over and touched her arm.

"What?"

"Let's step aside to talk."

"Can't we talk here?"

"It's a somewhat private topic."

"Hmph."

Kali set down a pile of spell components and walked aside with him.

In her peripheral vision, she saw the orc Amy and the cat-fairy Little Orange talking; the two were actually getting along quite well, shouting and gesturing with their hands about something.

The Banshee Chris was in the main hall outside, scavenging for any valuable goods that might have been overlooked.

And the succubus was driving a human away with a dissatisfied look, forbidding her from eavesdropping.

Seeing this made Kali feel a surge of secret delight in her heart.

Rod, unaware of her thoughts, simply placed a Spirit Seed directly into her hand.

"A Spirit Seed?!"

She froze for a moment, revealing a look of surprise.

Then she pushed it back: "You can use it yourself; there's no need to give it to me."

"I have more; just use it."

"More? Heh, human, why lie to my face? Obtaining a single Spirit Seed is already great luck; just take it yourself. This new rat-person isn't worth such a precious..."

Before she finished speaking, her beautiful eyes widened.

A second Spirit Seed appeared in Rod's hand; with a single-hand flip, a third one appeared.

"You..."

He gently signaled the elf not to speak and pressed a Spirit Seed into her palm.

"Just use it. If one day I am not by your side, and you don't even have a qualified vanguard, how can I feel at ease?"

"... Hmph."

Facing such blatant sweet talk, the elf turned her gaze away unnaturally.

Those pair of clean, long ears were tinged with a small blush, and a muffled hum came from her throat.

Her voice became slightly hoarse.

"You... you must be careful. Take it as soon as possible. A Spirit Seed is even more precious than you imagine; absolutely do not let others discover it."

Rod's lie came out effortlessly: "Rest assured, I have only told you."

"... I see."

"By the way, what exactly did Vivian exchange with you?"

Kali's face grew cold: "Without the party's consent, I cannot say."

"Don't—"

The brief moment of rising affection ended there.

Kali skipped the potion-crafting stage and went straight to hatching.

The process was very complex.

But Rod didn't understand a single thing.

It took a full hour to construct the ritual.

And he spent a full hour watching the elf's perfect body, observing the wonderful combination of her thighs, buttocks, and chest as she walked, squatted, and stood.

Presumably, this was the result of lacking basic spell knowledge.

Tally, feeling jealous, came over to poke his eyes.

The two started playfully brawling.

The cat spirit, Little Orange, with her restless nature, even wanted to join in.

It was noisy and chaotic.

It greatly affected Kali's spellcasting focus.

In the end, they were all scolded and could only obediently watch from the side.

They waited for quite a while.

The ritual finally ended.

Under a faint glow of magic, a crack began to appear on the green follicle.

Tear—

The outer membrane split open, and as the green liquid inside poured onto the ground, it collapsed flat on both sides.

A figure covered in green liquid appeared in the center.

"Human-shaped?"

Rod felt something was slightly off.

Why are this figure's legs so long? Why is the waist so thin? Why is the butt so perky? As for the chest, it's fine, natural and proportionate.

Compared to the god-defying leg length, the chest isn't small, but it's not as huge as Tally's transformed one.

Besides that.

One could also see the girl's two ears were drooping black rat ears.

At the tailbone grew a sturdy rat tail hanging to the ground, hairless, shimmering with a silver metallic sheen yet resembling leather.

As she gradually awoke, the rat tail lifted and instinctively curled around one of her plump thighs.

Displaying pure lewdness.

What if I regret this a bit?

Rod let out a silent sigh.

Kali stepped forward, just about to cast a 【Dust-Cleansing Spell】 to clean off the sticky green liquid.

But she suddenly glanced back at Rod.

Then she raised a black barrier, enveloping Rod within it.

Hmph.

You're targeting me, aren't you?

A moment later.

Kali led the newly dressed, plain-clothed new rat-person before everyone.

The new rat-person was very tall, perhaps one meter eighty.

She was dazed, scanning the surroundings blankly, her eyes seeming to lack focus.

"Tier Seven initial stage physique, just so-so."

The cat spirit, Little Orange, said dissatisfied, suspecting the mature rat-person before her would steal the position by the elf's side.

"Don't forget, she was just born."

Little Orange was instantly speechless.

Indeed.

Everyone present could feel the rich potential within the new rat-person.

Amy asked curiously, "What is her name?"

Kali shook her head: "She doesn't need a name. You can view her as a puppet possessing a body and mind, for she is naturally soulless."

Presumably, the rat-person Lady Ruike found the plague mage Amel, who specializes in soul techniques, to bestow upon her a new soul.

But Kali could not do it; she could not forge a soul.

"She must have a name... How about Number Thirteen? She is the thirteenth girl in the forest."

Rod suggested.

Little Orange looked shocked: "What? There are twelve girls in your forest?!"

"... Not my forest, everyone's forest... Alright then..."

"That works."

Kali raised no objection.

Just as she spoke.

Number Thirteen stumbled toward Rod.

Arriving before him, she stared blankly.

She had a very exquisite and mature-looking face, which did not fit the rat-person aesthetic.

Among the girls present, Number Thirteen was the tallest, yet still somewhat petite before Rod.

"Number Thirteen, what's wrong?"

Rod put on a kind smile, as if coaxing a child.

The next moment, Number Thirteen crashed into his arms, burying her face in his neck, breathing deeply.

"Hey!"

Tally said dissatisfied.

Little Orange let out a soft gasp.

And Kali's gaze turned icy.

"Human, did you slip something into what you gave me?"

(End of this chapter)