Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage
Chapter 71 - 71: Tailed Beast

Inside the 30th Floor of an unconquered dungeon, two kilometers away from the abode of Michael and the others, I am currently watching over the unconscious monster that I'd healed a little while ago.

The distance would give the house safety in case the monster went rampaging after waking up. Griffith's also by my side, ensuring the safety furthermore.

I had already washed off the dirt and blood that had tainted its fur and now had a clear view of its whole body. All I can say is that there's more wondering than I expected.

Shiny, silky furs of noble silver, like the dazzling moonlight basking the lonely dark side of the world. A turquoise tint painted the tips of its ears and tails as if a paintbrush had been dipped in a palette.

When I said tails, it's really in plural form. The monster in front of me didn't have only one tail, but five bushy, fluffy fox tails. Just as I said, the sleeping monster is a very rare fox monster.

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Race: Tailed Fox (Five Tails)

Condition: Dormant

LV: 604

MP: 14570

STR: 4896

DEF: 4262

MAG: 15182

MDEF: 5646

AGI: 9804

Racial Skill: Minimization, Spirit Sense, Spiritual Scathe

Extra Skill: Auto-MP Recovery, Auto-Recovery

Skill: Magic Sense, Martial Art: 4, Thought Acceleration, Parallel Thinking, Detection, Danger Detection, Weakness Finder, Concealment, Enhanced Senses, Bite, Claw Attack, Soundless

Magic Skill: [Elemental: Fire: 7, Wind: 5, Lightning: 4, Water: 3, Earth: 3, Compound: 5] [Non-Elemental: Pure: 5, Force: 4, Space-Time: 4, Illusion: 2]

Resistance: Pain Resistance, Impact Resistance, Exhaustion Resistance, Magic Resistance, Mental Attack Resistance, Visual Effect Resistance, Blast Resistance, Poison Resistance, Fear Resistance, Spiritual Attack Resistance

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This majestic monster was a very uncommon species in this world. They are powerful creatures that were stated to wreak havoc in fables. I only heard a few details about it from mothers.

The strength of a Tailed Fox is proportional to its number of tails. They were intelligent and cunning creatures that could understand and comprehend human words. Some powerful and elder ones could even talk.

They are very elusive and almost never show themselves to anyone. Given the size of the forest, it's no wonder if there's one living there in seclusion. Or maybe wandering here and getting into a fight with stronger monsters.

I already checked its biological gender as I was cleaning it, not repeating the same mistake I made with Griffith. This fox is apparently female, like the sitting Griffon behind me.

The vixen is over Level 600, a S-ranked monster by Adventurers' Guild's standards. She had high proficiency in magic and could cause widespread devastation upon going amok. But the thing I have been concerned about is a Racial Skill of hers.

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Spirit Scathe: Upon activation, the next attacks of the user inflict a little damage on targets' souls and spiritual bodies.

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If I were to be hit by her attack with Spirit Scathe active, the soul wouldn't leave unscathed. An injured soul cannot be healed consciously; it must heal naturally, albeit with time.

There's no way to fasten the process of healing. So I have to be cautious and avoid all of the vixen's attacks at all costs.

Since it's a Racial Skill of Tailed Foxes, even without the need of my Plunder, I easily copied it from its flowing blood using the Organic Domination.

With Spirit Scathe, I can now inflict damage to souls without activating exhausting, mana-draining Level 10 soul-destroying spells. Though the damage made is still inferior compared to Level 10 soul-damaging spells.

I observed the vixen for a while before I sensed changes in it. "Hold your fire, Griffith. She's about to wake up." Lifting my butt from the grass, I warned Griffith.

The fox's paws twitched, and limbs of white started to locomote. Her platinum-lashed blepharon slowly moved up, revealing her gleaming lapis lazuli stare afterwards.

After having her severe injuries repaired and her stamina restored, she lifted her head cautiously. She sensed some presences and looked around to see a human and a Griffon standing by.

She immediately got her body up and jumped back from her sleeping position. The fox erected all of her thick tails like a male peafowl impressing a female.

A faint golden hue surrounds her entire body, indicating the activation of my most feared skill of hers.

"Wait…!"

Ignoring my hand, the fox whipped her first tail, releasing a magic spell in the process. A soul-cutting Level 4 Wind Blade is now flying swiftly at me.

To show my unhostility, I let the blade of wind hit my left arm, knowing it would definitely hurt my spiritual body.

"Ack!" I agonized. "Stand by, Griffith!" I ordered Griffith, who's about to attack.

All the attacks of the fox contain soul-damaging properties. I cannot let it hit and hurt Griffith.

The fox is skilled in magic, making the magic spell output more powerful and precise. The blade was powerful enough to reap my Queen Evil Tarantula's silk shirt. The collateral damage caused the grass and earth behind me to leave a long scar.

It didn't hurt that much physically, but I felt a newfound stinging pain inside. The aftermath left me slightly weakened for a second, like having my soul driven out of my physical body.

(So this is how it feels.)

But the vixens haven't finished yet. She lashed both tails on the sides and released not one, but two more wind blades.

I instinctively crossed my arms to protect my head from the first blade. The second blade hit my things but was obstructed by my magic-resistant Vermin Kaiser's silk slacks.

<Proficiency fulfilled. Spiritual Attack Resistance has been acquired.>

(Thank you, Miss Announcer.)

Hearing a saving voice, the damage to my soul was significantly lessened. The sudden and brief weakening gradually abated, which freed me from a heavy burden.

Each of the tails of the vixen conjured a blazing spear of white flames. Fires are normally red or orange, not white like that. It's because the fox cast Level 6 White Flames to strengthen the power of her blazes.

With her paws on the ground, the fox whipped all of her silver tails. Five soul-scorching Level 4 Flame Lances are now homing fast towards me.

Enhanced magic spells will definitely and undoubtedly hurt a lot and affect my body greatly, even with my newly acquired Resistance. That's why I have to cast Pure Magic Level 7: Anti-Magic Barrier to avoid getting that languishing feeling again.

The vixen stopped her attacks upon seeing me not fighting back. Realizing something, she scanned her body to find her former wounds had gone. She must have thought deeply about me being the one who helped her.

(Foxes are intelligent beings after all.)

She cancelled her Spiritual Scathe and lowered her five fluffy tails. She turned her back to me and looked around as if checking the area.

I sensed mana running through her body, implying the activation of the spell. She did it multiple times, but nothing happened around. It seems like something's stopped her from casting the spell she desired.

In terms of a magical, physical, or whatsoever bump in the road, there's only one thing that comes to mind: the absolute, indestructible, and inevitable pitch-black walls of dungeons.

The way she keeps repeatedly spamming a spell means she only wants to achieve one thing. Looking at her skill set, she has Level 4 proficiency with Space-Time Magic.

"You cannot teleport from here." I said as I was approaching her. "If you want to leave, you have to get out of here first."

The vixen lowered her head and whimpered softly after hearing my words. She really wants to go back to where she belongs.

"But fret not; I will take you out of these places."

Her ears twitched, and she lifted her head up with great enthusiasm. Although she's desirable for my rare monster collection, I can't just abduct anybody with family and bring them here.

"Trust me; hold my hand." I said, offering my hand.

Mudded with hesitation, the fox tentatively reached out her warm right paw to my right palm. I placed my left hand on her furry paw. It's so soft and comfy—definitely softer than Griffith.

Speaking of the devil, I turned around to find her rapier eyes shooting sharp glances at us.

(You jealous?)

"Take my hand too, Griffith."

I take out my left hand and reach it out to Griffith, which her claws take afterwards. I cannot leave Griffith here alone; that is to say, I have to take her too.

"Ok. Warp."

The vixen was startled for a second as the gloomy stone slabs suddenly replaced the pleasant grassy plain. I began to move my feet towards the wide opened dungeon gate. The scenery turned back to green as we got out of the dungeon.

"We're out. You can now transport yourself back to where you came from."

With her outside the absolute authority of the dungeon, she can use the Teleportation Magic spell again. But recommend she not use it within the ten-kilometer radius of the plain.

"If you use a Teleportation spell outside the plain, inside the forest of fertility and density, you might get teleported to somewhere else instead of your desired destination due to the thickness of mana concentration there."

For her safety, I elaborate on the riskiness of teleporting outside of plain sight to the fox. The fox turned around and silently bobbed her head in comprehension.

She turned back and started to cast the spell she kept spamming inside the dungeon. An ultramarine magic circle appeared above her, covering her entire body.

Five seconds later, the silver fox completely vanished in the middle of the plain after casting Level 4 Long Teleportation to recall back to where she belongs.

"It was a short encounter, but I hope to see her again."

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