Reincarnated With A Summoning System
chapter-301

"Of course we have put thought into helping you. Every Guild member deserves to have the very best possible class options. There's no point in having people sacrifice their future to poor class choices when we could be helping them into a more suitable path." Cain explains, and Cyrene pulls them both into a big group hug, rubbing her face and furry ears on the feathers of Misha's wings.

"Thank your so much. I can't wait to see what you come up with. I've put points into everything I thought might be relevant in the future, but without being able to see the outcome of my own choices, I'm just guessing.

"Is there something you'd like to be? Like an advisor, or maybe a magical class? I can grant you one ability or spell, but it will change your body, or I can change you much more and try to have your body match a class." Cain explains.

"Yes, I've had a vision of you changing one of the Inscriptionists at the palace. They seemed happy. Does it affect the mind?"

"No, Inscriptionist Nyxx asked for that particular form in an attempt to gain a hidden fire magic based class. That's why they were so happy." Misha laughs.

"Oh, that is, umm, unexpected? Yes, unexpected. He was such a nice older man. Hopefully, that hasn't changed. You know, except the old man part. Can you change me into anything?"

"Within reason. If the species has considerable or multiple innate skills, I might not be able to, or if it's one that I'm not familiar with. For example, I've got Amphibious Demons, but no mermaids recorded; I haven't personally seen one.

Maybe we could make you a Kitsune? Your appearance wouldn't change much except your ear shape, and they've got their own unique seer type classes."

Cyrene thinks about it for a minute, then nods to herself and asks. "Do the Lamia have a seer? They're so friendly and cuddly, and I want to have a snake body."

Today is a day of surprises for sure. Though maybe not to Misha since she was on that track already.

"Are you sure? It's a pretty big change, but I do have a Lamia Warseer in here that's pretty good. According to the class skills, they mostly foresee the outcomes of battles. They have incredible senses, but I'm not sure if it will fix your sight since it's not your damaged body but a persistent effect that blinds you."

"Does it have skills other than the visions? Is it cute and scaly? How about warm? Are they warm-blooded?" Cyrene finds herself getting more and more excited about becoming a Lamia the longer she thinks about it.

Something about the creatures she met earlier just seemed right to her, as though by becoming one of them she could have a sense of belonging. For all her life she's felt excluded and unwanted, but the Lamia just felt like they were naturally welcome, just adorable Demonic friends.

"Lamia are very warm-blooded, just like the ones you patted earlier, they radiate heat. The Warseer is a Shaman-type class; they've got totems and some lightning-type Elemental spells. Other species have equivalents if you want to be an Orc or even a Felian. I'm not sure if I can keep your original look for it, unfortunately." Cain sighs, having sorted through every form of a seer named class that he has recorded.

There's likely more with different names, but with so many options and no idea where to look, he's been reduced to sorting by skill type or class name.

"That sounds perfect to me. I had a pet snake when I was little, but he went missing one day. I've always been fascinated by them, so I'd like to try. Is there a way back if I find the new body too strange?" Cyrene asks, realizing a bit late how large of a choice she's making.

"Before you change your class, I can revert the changes for sure. After that, I'm not sure what will happen if you change back to a body that can't use your current class."

"Then I would like to be a Lamia, please. Not a huge one. A cute one. Like the ones you Summoned. They're just right."

The Lamia Scourge Casters have a humanoid torso that's small for even an Elf, but they're roughly 5 meters long when they stretch out. If they were regular snakes, they'd be rather terrifying, but with that humanoid upper body, they look deceptively small and cute. At least the Scourge casters do. Some other types of Lamia are much thicker and heavier, which ruins much of the cute factor.

"Any preference for appearance? I understand you've never actually seen anything before, but do you like a certain hairstyle, or do you want to look similar to someone in particular?" Cain asks for a reference.

"Not really. It won't be anything like I am now, so maybe try something new. Or make me match Misha's wings. They're so soft that they must be a pretty color."

That might be possible. There's a version of the Lamia that are blue with a black diamond pattern on its scales, like a rattlesnake. That's somewhat similar to Misha's wings. They've got onyx black skin on their upper torso and shockingly blue hair as well, to complete the image.

It's a very different look, but it will be hard to dress to match. "Misha's wings are actually bright blue and pink. Why don't we try for something neutral instead of making you that brightly colored?"

"You're the boss. Let me know what it looks like."

Cain looks through the options and finds one that catches his eye. A fair-skinned Lamia with bright white scales that show scattered patterns like red runic writing down her body. With her pointy ears, red eyes, and shocking pink hair hanging down to her waist, she is what Cain would call cute.

Cyrene thought the Scourge casters were the right size, so he scales the image down in his mind, keeping the proportions. That will give her a ribcage under 50cm around, very small, but that's what she wanted.

Cain walks over to where the Oracle is waiting and begins to apply the mental image to Cyrene, who gasps at the sensation of her body changing while Misha helps her to the floor.

Once the physical form is in place, Cain applies the [Battle Visions] skill that is unique to the Warseer. Her physical condition doesn't change, but Cain can see lightning flashing in the red irises of her eyes now.

No haze covers them anymore, taking away the dull white that is the signature of the Oracles, and Cyrene blinks a few times while turning her head side to side. "This body resists curses. Sometimes I can see in bright, vivid colors. Then, it fades away again. I think if I change classes, the effect should end entirely."

"Look yourself over closely; make sure this is what you want before making it permanent." Misha reminds the Oracle, who is entirely distracted by the ability of sight.

"Wow, I am stunning. And this hair does match your wings, Misha. Thank you so much, Duke Cain. I'm not wearing much, though, am I? I thought I'd be cold in a bikini top and skirt, but it feels like I'm going to be always warm." As she talks, she circles the room, slowly getting herself tangled in all the furniture and wrapped around both Cain and Misha's ankles.

"Remember, you've got a long body now. Be careful not to get stepped on or wrapped around things when moving." Cain laughs, stroking her hair. A Lamia's hair is exceptionally soft, much softer than human hair. Hers is currently loose, free for him to run his fingers through.

"Yes, being stepped on would be very bad. This body is much more sensitive to everything. Smell, sight, taste, and touch. I can even feel the people walking around the house through my scales on the floor." Cyrene agrees.

"If you like how you look, you can check your class options and see if it Unlocked something you'd like to take. If not, I can change the skill I granted you with my class ability and try again."

Cyrene goes still for a few minutes before returning with a big smile that highlights the fact that Lamia have no teeth, and their jaws are hinged like a snake, with extremely stretchy cheeks and throats. They don't chew food, they just put it in their mouth and swallow it. With the mouth closed, or only partially open though, their faces look perfectly human.

"The Warseer class deactivated the curse that blinds me. I can see so well now; it's incredible. Plus, I can use lightning. Like real magical lightning." Cyrene grabs Cain in a big hug and her body instinctively coils around him, nearly tripping Misha as it retracts.

"Sorry, I'm going to need to practice that. When I hug you, some instinct kicks in and tells me to wrap you up tight. Like that's the proper way for a Lamia to hug, maybe?"

Her analysis makes Misha laugh. With no fangs, she's certainly based on a constrictor-type snake. Their instinct for embracing everything is to wrap it up.

"Just be careful with your newfound power, you wouldn't want to hurt anyone with your hugs accidentally." Misha points out, seeing that Cyrene is still wrapped tightly around Cain.

With his innate or merged strength, he could easily uncoil her, but that's not true for many people. A full-force hug from a Lamia could be deadly.

Now they need to introduce her to everyone in this scaly form and hope that the locals take well to meeting with the lovely new snake girl.

Personality wise, it shouldn't be a problem, but in Cain's old world, snakes and spiders often created a very adverse reaction at first sight.