"A man should always face his problems head-on!", he laughed hysterically, "BUT HOW DO YOU DO THAT IF YOU'RE NO LONGER A MAN-!?"
Xiveall felt his hands recoil from the supple softness of his... Well, they weren't too big nor were they small... Hmm, a perfect round shape and size.
Xiveall's Current Thought Checklist:
One, it doesn't get in the way of fighting.
Two, it doesn't get in the way of fighting.
Two-point-five, it's extra storage space(?).
Three, he is a girl now.
Five, send help.
Nine, WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKK-!?
Xiveall at that moment snapped and wanted to pull her hair off but decided not to.
Gasping in a panic, she ran to the waterline and peeked over to inspect herself.
The water was crystal clear and the sunshine gleaming through the see-through leaves helped to show a good reflection.
"Hey! Not bad? I'm still as good-looking as before even after becoming a woman~ Teheh... Wait, that's not the issue here."
Xiveall quickly backed a few steps and rushed forth to dive into the pond before bobbling upwards to the surface.
Taking a deep breath, she dove under the water's surface again and crossed her arms to collect her thoughts.
From what 'he' had remembered, after petrifying 'himself', Xiveall woke up in this dark and misty place.
On the verge of collapse, the last thing 'he' saw was a woman reassembling 'him' through the jagged glass.
A calm waterfall flowed softly in the background.
Recently, a young man had arrived in the vicinity and hid behind some thicker tall bushes at the pond's far edge.
From what Xiveall figured, that man was a hunter who was stalking a certain game; that albino-pelt deer outback.
'He' who had now turned into a 'she' stared blankly past the leaves above where the sunshine slipped through.
Xiveall's slender, elegant, and rather well-endowed figure drifted gently upon the crystal clear water's surface.
"Aah, how troublesome... But at least this fate is better than fighting demons 24/7...!"
She softly spoke, closing her dim amber eyes shut, and began to smile to herself.
A few minutes passed by as she absently floated about before abruptly opening her eyes with a determined gaze.
Lost in thought once again, she viewed past the leaves above and began contemplating the new life before her.
She only came up with one explanation after reviewing all of the possibilities.
It must've been those lost-magic glyphs that she used to survive back then!
Bastion! Petrify! Regeneration! But their combination switched his gender?
Although Xiveall's current appearance reminded her of a certain forgotten someone from the former world.
Yet before she could recollect, her form fumbled and sank deep into the water upon losing floating composure.
Kicking her legs to swim back to the nearby shore, she proceeded to slowly rinse her body for the last time.
Xiveall wasn't too phased by the sight of the female body and continued to calmly clean every specific spot.
The only major problem currently present was the slight shift in form due to the bust and overall altered skeletal balance.
Anyways, you can ask the body health inspection about further details since we don't know how to mention it properly.
To summarize, women have wider torsos and pelvises which naturally makes them better at wide movements and attacks-
Well, the actual reason was that they're structurally built to carry children and support breast milk weight uhh-- Let's not...
"Aaah! Why am I thinking about these things-!? Summons are inert anyway... Eh, so I do subconsciously want a child...!?"
'He' stared blankly, wondering if this was an awakened maternal instinct after becoming a woman? How worse can it get?
Xiveall during his time as a summon had already 'interacted' with many ladies.
Sometimes, he was even forced to 'interact' for politics' sake or whatever it was.
Fortunately, he had already gotten over that fuckboy phase and had little to care about women.
The period when he had gotten over that phase was exactly right before the Great War began!
So to say... It was the perfect timing for such a war to begin... And it came in full force, at that-!!!
'The handsome saint abandons his leisurely life after successful ruins delving and promises his lovers to save the world from demons.'
Having that thought of a memory flash like a shitty movie trailer playing through her vision made Xiveall fumble slightly before sighing.
She who got out of the bath swiftly summoned back on the usual magical pants, tunic, and boots before strapping on the belt.
Due to the current body becoming slightly smaller, the tunic hung loosely onto her shoulders but remained completely ethical.
A young beauty who exposes her collarbones, shoulders, although maintains an innocent outlook?
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THAT WAS SURELY THE INFAMOUS VIRGIN KILLER COMBO. "Hm, who taught me about these things?"
The weird combination of the lost-magic glyphs had also made him (her) much younger, if not immortal and unaging.
Although immortality might seem like a long, boring, and far-fetched dream... For Xiveall, it was a blessing in disguise...!
'He' had always wanted to see how the world would turn out after the Great War! Even the air... Everything feels so nice!
Right then, Xiveall began to reconcile with the plotters of his betrayal.
After all, Xiveall was an existence on par with a Demon King.
Once the Demon King was slain, people would also want Xiveall dead.
It was a normal outcome... For the so-called 'monsters' such as him.
"Hm, if only I had time to study magic and drew restraint seals on myself."
Xiveall shrugged, "Then again, time was a luxury during the Great War."
Upon blowing her hair dry with a small wind magic funnel, Xiveall started to wonder if he could reunite with any of his old acquaintances.
Perhaps... They were reborn into the later generations...? Or somehow survived till this day? He wanted to meet them, nonetheless.
It was too bad that everyone's attempts back then to kill him had failed miserably.
Luckily for them, he wasn't out for revenge even after coming back from the dead.
An inaudible whisper of gratitude came to the air just as she paced away from the pond, smiling without looking back.
A CENTURY LATER
(Leaf Sounds Transition)
Carefully stumbling through the bushes and treelines, Xiveall crouched down to hide her already faint presence further with Dark Magic.
People might think Dark Magic is something like the art of controlling shadows and dark forces... Which is well, partially true to the saying?
But in actuality, Dark Magic is more so the literal counterpart of things. If there is Order, there is Chaos. If there is Light, there is Shadow.
Xiveall lacked fine control in other elements than light since she had a very strong magical amplitude that requires the use of taxing magic.
Although it makes her only able to use the basics of other elements and nothing fancy like hovering inside a ball formed by wind magic etc.
So, hiding her presence with Dark Magic wasn't an issue, since it was just the basic form of extruding Dark Magic around one's body.
If there is a 'presence', there is an 'un-presence'. This was how Xiveall had simply reduced her human presence to that of a tiny insect.
"Demon Capital Devankul~?", she glanced up at the sun to indicate the direction of West as it went by, "Oooh~ That is the way~~~!"
Humming and fiddling with her hair as she walked on, Xiveall's mind was slowly filling with rather carefree thoughts on what to do next.
Get money. Settle down. See the world. Find old friends. Collect artifacts. "Let's do all of this while making the world a peaceful place!"
As for the artifacts, Xiveall came to like them since that was what 'he' was basically 'forced' to do all the time before the Great War.
Thing was, most of the world's artifacts had already perished during the Great War against demons upon being used to their utmost extents.
There probably aren't many artifacts left in this world to play around with except the currently worn soul-bonded magical clothes.
Right then, Xiveall abruptly decided that she needed to find a new occupation that she could have fun doing! What could it be?
ROAAAAARRRR!!! A loud growling noise came from behind as heavy rumbling footsteps rushed up from behind.
Xiveall yawned as a magic circle appeared behind her and instantly shot off a solid beam of light without much incident.
She then walked over to inspect the hulking corpse of the Magical Beast called 'Demonic Bear' that had tried to ambush her.
"Hm, I suppose it's still impossible to completely rid the world of these demonic spawns... They're nothing but annoying..."
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Xiveall paused to fiddle with her hair, glancing a bit over to the side, towards the direction where she came.
"Hm, how did that hunter fail to catch that albino deer? Guess I'll wish him luck on his next hunt."