My Reincarnation as a Chicken

Sylphie’s laboratory

In this room that was once used as a space for inhuman research, the tables were littered with empty vials and sketches of items. The owner of this space, Sylphie, was currently working on a great masterpiece of hers.

A new weapon for Hinotori. She saw it in a vision given to her from her patron god. There was the issue of still working out some kinks, but she believed she’d made great progress in a short amount of time. It would take quite a while to end up with the product she was envisioning.

The most important thing now was materials. Fortunately, Larm had those in abundance. Still, there was one particular piece of ore that could only be found in the North. She was wondering when and how she’d get them so she could continue from here.

“Sylphie, it’s dinner time.”

The door leading to the lab was slammed open and a boy in tattered clothes came in with a bright smile. Sylphie looked at him and gave a tired smile.

This boy was Erwin Dolus, the only human in Larm. It took him a while, but now everyone liked him. He was hardworking, honest and generally gave off a feeling of .

“Oh? You’re still working on that?”

He walked in and leaned over to see the blueprints Sylphie was making.

“Wow, this looks way more advanced than the one I saw. You’re really talented, Sylphie.”

“You think so?”

“Yep. I’m surprised that a sprite is interested enough in machines to make such a thing.”

From as far as Erwin could tell, sprites were spirits of nature. They always hated it when humanity progressed far too far with their machines rather than relying on their help. Though, spiritual light pixies were more like pests that worried rather than helped.

“Hehe, from as far back as I can remember, I’ve never been a normal sprite, you see. I eat normal food, I get hungry, I can grow tired from working too much, I’m not really in tune with the spiritual parts of things and I’ve always been very curious about humans.”

“Hmm? You say that like spirits have no interest in humans.”

Erwin joked then headed out the door. Sylphie wrapped up her blueprints then followed after him. They closed the door, then headed towards the mesh hall, continuing their conversation.

“What’s your experience with spirits like?”

Sylphie asked and Erwin just scratched his cheek.

“Afraid I haven’t interacted much with any other than you.”

“Seriously? I assumed given the aura you give off that several spirits would be drawn towards you.”

Even now, as they walked, there was something about Erwin that put Sylphie’s heart at ease. Spirits would normally be swarming someone like this.

“Hmm? Aura?”

Sylphie couldn’t believe it. He really was not aware of that special trait he was born with.

“Ah… what’s your class?”

“My class? Oh, I was told that I’m a swordsman when I was scouted.”

He answered. Sylphie grabbed her chin in contemplation. She hadn’t heard of a swordsman that was so loved by spirits. Maybe a [Spirits Arts Swordsman], but that was a sub-class and he wasn’t proficient enough as a swordsman to have a sub-class.

That meant whoever told him his class was clearly lying to him.

“Hmm, you aren’t a swordsman. You were just forced to pick that class even though you have no proficiency for it.”

She explained the conclusion she arrived at. Erwin didn’t look really surprise.

“Oh, is that so? How odd.”

In fact, from his response, Sylphie wouldn’t be surprised if he knew his actual class. The only issue he faced was probably going through a Class Change. From what she’d heard from Reiman, the average human couldn’t go through a class change due to the sheer difficulty as well as lack of required funds.

She wasn’t sure how things worked in the human side of things, neither was she particularly interested. Erwin didn’t look bothered by it, so there was no point overthinking something he wasn’t overthinking himself.

When they got to the door leading to the mesh hall, there were large sounds coming from there. They found a couple of goblins and kobolds crowded around the door.

Both looked at each other, shrugged, then went to investigate further.

“What’s happening?”

He asked one of the kobolds. She was a white furred dog.

“Oh Erwin. Don’t go in there. You’ll get ripped to shreds.”

“Eh? Why?”

“The tyrant of the south, Kara and Kawaii are currently arguing in there.”

That was a very odd combination of people. Sylphie couldn’t help but be intrigued by the seemingly random group.

“What? Lemme see!”

She jumped up above the crowd and peeked into the room. The mesh hall had been turned into a mess. Food splattered all-around, broken-down walls and some injured monsters.

Sylphie was shocked by the sight, but only wanted to know more. She dropped down then faced the kobold.

“Why are they arguing?”

“Well…”

The kobold was hesitating to speak. For some reason she didn’t want to share this information with Sylphie. The pixie glared at her, but the kobold pretended not to have seen it.

“Oh Sylphie, what are you doing here? I expected you to be in there arguing with them.”

One hob-goblin came up and spoke.

“Why would I be arguing with a tyrant?”

Sylphie couldn’t fathom a single situation in which she would argue with one of Larm’s tyrants. She couldn’t even see herself speaking ill of one in a thousand years.

​ “They’re arguing for the title of Hinotori’s first wife.”

…

“WHAT!?”

Her voice was so loud, the entire crowd turned back to face her. Those standing next to her had to back up and the kobold tried to run away with Erwin who was still unaware of the kind of situation unfolding.

“Oh, so you really weren’t aware, huh?”

“Eh!? Hinotori’s what!?”

Sylphie screamed, sparks of light popping off around her head. Erwin was blinded by these irritating sparks and finally backed away.

The pixie stretched out her hand and a sword she had personally forged materialised into it. The Leaf Blade crafted out of her source of existence was possibly the sharpest thing she’d ever make.

She jumped into the room with a large war cry.

“Why are you three arguing about such a useless thing!?”

All three glared at her, clearly annoyed by the entrance of a new person, especially a female.

“More insolent wenches. What do you want?”

Zana rudely asked Sylphie. The pixie growled and waved her blade in front of them.

“I heard you were discussing something stupid. What gives any of you the right to proclaim yourselves Lady Hinotori’s wife?”

She questioned, and Zana puffed out her chest with a very smug expression.

“Obviously because I’m the only one she gave a unique position in this family.”

“What? T-That doesn’t count!”

“That’s right!” Kawaii agreed with sylphie.

“Mawstewr told me she liked me!”

Only to end up betraying her. The pixie glared at the black slime, feeling like she was losing out to the two, she turned to Kara who was suddenly shy.

“Eh? What’s with you now?”

“I-It’s just that…”

“Che, she’s gotten her tongue all tied up.”

“Oh, I-”

Kara was still trying to defend herself, but then all the girls ganged up on her. Their instincts warned them that what she was going to say would win the argument without question, so they wouldn’t allow her to finish her sentence.

This led to a very violent night in which the West of Larm caused a lot of noise. Everyone would remember this as the night in which the first fight to becoming Hinotori’s wife would take place.

The true culprit, Hinotori’s Hell Kitten had perched on the window sill at the very top of the mesh hall. It licked itself for a bit before stretching. Then it looked out the window, there it could make out two moons in the night sky.

Naturally there should have been only half a moon out tonight, but the presence of two moons showed that two of the four moon gods were simply out to observe the kitten. The kitten merely instinctively knew this to be the truth and that was making it feel very special.

‘Where is mother? Nya~’

It jumped out the window and flew out to go find Hinotori. She was in her dungeon where she and Ulva were having dinner.

The kitten ignored the vampires’ presence then purred so Hinotori could hear it. Hinotori beckoned it over and the kitten jumped into her arms.

‘Mother, I’m hungry, meow~’

“That so?”

Hinotori transformed a piece of fruit using her [Devil Light Manipulation] then fed it to the kitten. The kitten ate it happily.

‘Oh, mother. I forgot to ask. Who is your wife?’

“Wife? What kind of weird question is that? I don’t have one.”

‘That so?’

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

‘No reason. I just thought as much, meow~ Also, I think I’ll be getting a new sibling soon~’

“Are you insane? Shut up and sleep.”

<A/N: Evil kitten>

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