Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Slowly, Visla turned to the Ninth Child. She stared at him.

That's right.

It was his fault. It was his fault that she was a badger instead of a bear.

If she hadn't been fighting him, she wouldn't have transformed. If she hadn't transformed, the badger spirit wouldn't have taken over and turned her into a badger instead of a bear. She wouldn't have lost her pride if not for the Ninth Child.

There was nothing wrong with badgers, especially honey badgers. They even had a cute name. But compared to bears…

There was no comparison.

Visla had lived thinking she was a bear and wanting to be one.

Naturally, when she transformed into a badger instead, she was enraged.

A disproportionate amount of rage filled her small body as she started moving toward the Ninth Child, leaving her armor and items behind her like a snake shading its skin. She walked slowly at first, but her speed increased with each step she took. She scrambled toward the Ninth Child like a lizard over hot coal.

She didn't notice it herself, but her rage propelled angry screeches and howls out of her mouth as she showed off razor-sharp teeth.

It was enough to distract a few of the others fighting.

They saw a badger with a pale back and darker limbs chase after the Ninth Child hopelessly trying to set the badger on fire. But the badger didn't care about the plumes of fire that hit it, much less about the ones that didn't hit it.

Its fur didn't catch on fire, and the hits didn't have much force behind them since they were hastily conjured.

The badger growled and reached for the Ninth Child.

The Ninth Child could only run and try to get enough distance between himself and the badger to try and gather a stronger attack. But the badger was smaller than its size and shape indicated, and it managed to keep up.

Eventually, the Ninth Child decided that he would have to use physical force to take care of the badger if fire didn't work.

Besides, it was a small creature. How strong could it possibly be? He could probably grab its arms and rip it in half. With that thought in mind, the Ninth Child suddenly turned on his heel and brought down a fist on top of the badger's skull.

The badger, fully prepared to chase the Ninth Child to the ends of the world, was not ready for it and solidly caught the blow with its head. It was a stiff and muted hit.

The Ninth Child had put a lot of power in that blow. It was enough to sink the badger's head.

Slowly, the badger's eyes turned upward, glaring straight at the Ninth Child.

With a hiss, it lunged at the Ninth Child and scratched his arm, dragging several long claws along his wrist, leaving deep bloody furrows.

The Ninth Child yelped and jumped backward. The badger jumped after him, falling just short. The Ninth Child threw a kick at the badger's head. It hit it straight on the jaw.

The badger didn't even flinch, instead reaching to bite the foot. It managed to nip a piece of leather from the shoe and even a patch of skin from the Child's foot.

It swallowed both the leather and the skin without chewing. It looked at the Child as it licked its lips, a few drops of blood staining its teeth.

A shiver ran down the Ninth Child's spine. He turned around. He was not putting his hands or feet anywhere near the little beast.

The spectators of their fight slowly turned back to their opponents.

The Children were a little ashamed to be the Ninth Child's siblings. Zach and the others were unsure what to think of Visla's transformation.

It was great that she seemed to be having fun.

Lexi looked at her opponent, the Eighth Child.

"...I don't really know her. We met just recently."

"Shut up and fight."

Unlike the First Child, the Eighth Child did not have the patience to talk with the Second Child's descendants. They were traitors in his books, and traitors did not deserve conversation. The Eighth Child was still upset about the First Child agreeing with Zach's suggestion, but it gave him the chance to fight and kill Lexi, an Evandiel, so he couldn't stay mad.

A flame-soaked fist tore through the air toward Lexi before he finished talking.

Lexi sighed.

It wasn't like she didn't understand the Eighth Child. She wanted to rip the Children to pieces just as much as they wanted to rip her to pieces. They were mortal enemies, destined to be from birth. It wasn't something they could change, either.

The Children were remorseless, humanoid monsters with no interest in anyone but themselves, each other, and the Hydra.

Lexi had emotions and compassion. They could never see eye to eye on anything.

But having a witty conversation in the middle of the fight was one of the charms of battle.

Fighting someone was one of the closest and most intimate things one could do. It was awkward not to talk every now and then.

Lexi dodged to the side and blew away the wave of flame the Eighth Child's fist left in its wake with a simple gust she conjured with magic. She tried to slash the Child's shoulder, but he leaned to the side before shooting his other fist at her.

It didn't reach, but when it reached its stop, a plume of flame shot out and engulfed Lexi.

Lexi sneezed and extinguished it.

"Sorry, my allergies always act up this time of year."

"..."

The Eighth Child pressed the attack since Lexi had been forced a step back by his attack, even if she had dispelled the flame with seeming ease.

Lexi's eyes sparkled unnoticeably as the Eighth Child followed in her steps, recklessly swinging his fiery fists at her. Every now and then, he would sneak in a blisteringly fast fire shot that always seemed to just barely and by coincidence miss Lexi.

The Eighth Child was suspicious. It didn't look like Lexi noticed. And if she did, shouldn't she have had more of a reaction? There was no way she was letting them take one hair off her head at a time.

The Eighth Child was distracted by that thought.

Lexi stopped dead in her tracks and lowered her stance.