Kapitel 16: I like you 8.b

Author: Read the auxiliary chapter in volume 0 first

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In the dark. Someplace outside.

Sneaking out unnoticed, unbothered with all the system's new skills, Shaolan carried out the summoning with her Essence.

There were no special demands or motions besides the need to delineate conditions during the summoning preface.

With the Essence of Summoning, Shaolan's entire existence, entire purpose was dedicated to, talented in summoning. She was summoning, and summoning was her. If that made sense.

The Essence of Summoning was entirely different from another lesser, weaker essence, the Essence of the Summoner.

Not that it mattered. Despite not wanting to acquire new Essences in the future, Shaolan wasn't going to exchange the ones she had for others. Even if she could, which she couldn't.

With a certain Essence she could think of, the feat was probably possible, though…

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Materializing invisibly like Fey, temporarily, in this instance however, the -mother of fertility - beamed with mystifying, imperceptible light.

The body and the light were only perceptible to Shaolan and the system, who were attuned to the same occult dimension right now. The same level of reality.

The ancient spirit's appearance and size were similar to the mother of faces.

She was a tall and slim, smooth cluster of algae, water plants, with a beautiful woman's face.

Unlike the mother of faces, she only had one human face, and it had eyes.

The spirit's overall color was more whitish, paler than the spirit appearing in the comics as well.

Looking at her, Shaolan couldn't help but think of a spirit she saw playing a certain game franchise. Shaolan automatically thought of Shiva from Square Enix games.

With this realization, a grotesque, unprovided for, but not unwelcome feeling began welling up in the lower parts of Shaolan's body.

"Who are you?! How and why did you summon me?!" Stunned, the mother of faces immediately asked Shaolan.

Shaolan who was smirking was planning to respond, but the spirit seemed to be a quick thinker and mover. Blinking with surprise, a bit of happiness, or playfulness, it looked at Shaolan and said, "This smell, this soul, this presence... Cursed daughter, I know you. I met your parents fourteen years ago. What is this?"

Though there was some hint of amusement on the spirit's face, vigilance also remained. She had yet to understand how she was summoned in the unidentified, sedgelike grounds, and not where she usually granted wishes.