Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Visla kept her left arm close to her side. If she moved it too much, it felt like her hand would break off and leave her body behind. But her right arm was still fine, and the sword she had chosen was light. One hand was more than enough to swing it around like it was a stick.

She might be small for a member of the Maura tribe, but her size was no indication of her strength.

Her sword turned into a shard of flashing light as she deflected the Ninth Child's fire shots, fire balls, and arrows of fire. He tried to get through her defenses and treasures to turn her into a piece of charcoal.

After Visla sacrificed her wrist to stab him in the thigh without blinking, the Ninth Child realized he had to be a little cautious. Visla wouldn't hesitate to kill him even if it killed her.

Usually, the Ninth Child wouldn't care too much about dying. It would be a setback, and he would feel weak and sluggish for a while, which was always uncomfortable. It would be especially bad since he had just returned to life a little while ago.

But they were fighting right next to Mother.

The Ninth Child wasn't sure if his immortality would win over their Mother's presence. Either she passively suppressed his regeneration just by existing or she absorbed him in his time of death.

It was something the First Child had warned them to be cautious about. They shouldn't die unless absolutely necessary.

The Ninth Child hadn't taken that warning to heart until now. First of all, there was no way he was letting himself die so soon again. Secondly, who could kill him when he had all but one of his siblings around?

But the Ninth Child was mistaken. He had severely underestimated their opponents this time around.

Zach and his companions alone were enough to keep the Children occupied.

If the Evandiels, Mauras, Ugris, and Arlecchs joined the fight, the Children would be doomed. The losses on their sides would be significant, but in the end, the Children would lose, even if only temporarily, since they could always come back to life.

Visla, on the other hand, had long since stopped caring about things like that as she pushed toward the Ninth Child. Her boiling blood had reached her head. The only thing she cared about was the fight. She wanted to be pushed beyond her limits. She wanted to come face to face with death as she narrowly avoided the Ninth Child's lethal attacks.

She wanted to feel his attacks with her body. She wanted to take it and remain unmoved. She wanted to hit him hard with her fists. She wanted to bash his head in.

She had gone mad with the thrill of battle.

Visla was proving why the Maura tribe was famous on the Steppes for being battle-crazed maniacs that one shouldn't provoke needlessly. She was proving why the Mauras were the strongest fighters. It lay deep in their blood to enjoy fighting. Naturally, the best way to enjoy it to the fullest was to be good at it.

The pain from her wrist and other injuries started to fade in response to the growing madness.

But that wasn't the only thing that changed.

As she became more in tune with her feral nature, her body slowly grew in size and mass, and murky fur sprouted from her arms. She was feeling it. The spirit of the ancestors was descending upon her.

If she had known a battle to the death was all it took to earn the bear spirit's recognition, she would have done it a long time ago.

Strength surged through her body and limbs, revitilizing her and restoring her wrist as more fur and muscles sprouted, gradually changing her body. Her armor started buckling and twisting, no longer fitting around her.

The Ninth Child stopped for a moment as he looked at his opponent in confusion.

Visla was fully prepared to become a bear and fight like one instead of as a human, but before the spirit could fully descend upon her, something bit the bear spirit from behind and yanked it out of Visla's body.

She couldn't even react before the other spirit took the bear's place and replaced its transformation with its own.

Visla lost her size and the muscles she gained as her body shrank. But it didn't stop when she reached her original size. She continued shrinking until she was a head or two shorter than she usually was. She fell down to all fours with dense fur covering her body, and her sleek snout up in the air as she looked at the Child.

She was confused at first as it looked like everything around her had suddenly grown bigger.

That wasn't the case.

She was just small.

She was confused. She was enraged.

She wanted to be a bear, not a bear cub! But then she looked at her paws and as much of her body as she could. It was flatter than the round bodies of bears. Her paws and claws were pointed almost straight forward.

This wasn't the body of a bear…

It was that of an animal that lived on the Steppes. It wasn't common, but the Sesha made sure to keep track of where they lived since they didn't want to disturb them.

It wasn't that they were strong or overwhelmingly powerful or anything. It wasn't even that they were hard to kill, poisonus, or a bad omen.

They were annoying to fight, but the stronger warriors could take them.

It wasn't the animal the Maura tribe worshipped.

It was most likely the animal spirit from her father's tribe.

Visla didn't know much about her father, but that was because Maura didn't know much about him, either. He was feisty and fierce and put up a fight both in the wild and in the bed. That was enough for Maura.

A while later, she had Visla.

She had her theories about him, which she had shared with Visla.

Now, those theories combined with what she knew about the animals on the Steppes, Visla could guess what animal spirit her father worshipped.

It was the fucking honey badger.