Ellie Golden and the Mischievous Transformation: Even an Ugly, Fat Girl Can Become a Handsome, Elite Guy

Chapter 7

Jiggly, jiggly.

Bouncing with freshness, butt and boobs.

"Hahaha. Waiiit up!"

I was chasing after the girls in swimsuits with a big smile.

Swimsuits with daring designs clung tightly to the young girls, showing off their bodies to the extreme. A girl with ample breasts that made you want to grab them fell over deliberately, throwing her stunning figure onto the sand.

Again deliberately, she murmured "Owwie," slipped her finger into her displaced swimsuit, and slowly adjusted it. If there were a lecherous sage watching, he'd probably be nosebleeding midair and shouting, "This is paradise! Men, follow me!"

I gently tossed the caught girl into the sea, pushed her over, and fondled her, or cradled her like a princess and peeked into her cleavage.

If I paid attention to only one, another would run away saying, "Pay attention to me too!" I'd laugh sloppily and chase after her again. It was so much fun, I forgot myself a few times.

Then I spotted a girl who stood out among the rest.

An exceptionally cute and perfectly shaped blonde girl. About 160 centimeters tall, with an incredibly slender waist, silky white skin like freshly squeezed milk, and droopy sweet eyes that stirred a protective instinct.

I caught her at full sprint.

"Got you, angel!"

I said a line that would make anyone cringe and wrapped my arms around her shoulders from behind.

"You caught me."

The girl said in a charming, bell-like voice I'd heard somewhere before, then slowly turned around. In that instant, I felt the spark of love. My heartbeat quickened, emotions and body temperature rose. Her softness and scent overwhelmed me.

I closed my eyes with anticipation. I imagined the bliss of having a beautiful girl fill my vision the moment I opened them.

When I opened my eyes, there stood a fat, ugly, pimple-faced blonde girl.

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"Ellieee!!?"

I threw off the covers and sat up.

"Miss! Are you all right!?"

The maid Clarice leaned over with a worried look.

"Th-the swimsuits...?"

"Swimsuits, miss?"

"...Sorry, Clarice. It's nothing."

"You must've had a terrible nightmare. How pitiful..."

Clarice gently wiped my forehead with a damp towel and offered me a glass of cold water.

I gratefully drank it all, disappointed to realize it had been a dream. Sorry, lecherous sage, but paradise was just an illusion. Those swimsuits were nothing more than a figment of my imagination. They don't exist anywhere in this world.

As I sat in silence, Clarice looked up at me, seeming like she had something to say.

"Um, Miss. It's very difficult to ask this, but..."

She kept glancing from the carpet to me and back again.

"May I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

I wanted to savor the afterglow of the swimsuits, but I couldn't avoid it.

I straightened my posture and looked at Clarice.

"That tree... it couldn't have been you, Miss?"

She said this while looking at the giant tree that had been struck by lightning and was lying on its side in the hospital yard.

"What makes you think that?"

"Because, beside where you fell, this was..."

In her hand was a diary, opened squarely to the final page with the lightning spell.

I didn't know how to answer. If I admitted I did it, I'd probably get scolded and have to pay for it. Back when I was in sales, I often dealt with disputes about who did what, but by observing and analyzing the opposing party's character and weighing risks, I could quickly figure out the best response. But not in this other world. I lacked far too much information. I couldn't tell where the risks lay.

While I was deep in thought, Clarice suddenly began to sob quietly.

When her wrinkled, weary face cried in sadness, it felt like the whole world's sorrow had been balled up into clay and fed to me.

I hurriedly opened both arms.

"Please, don't cry."

"I... I've been watching over you in secret, Miss. I saw you reading magic books late into the night, casting spells again and again... If the lightning spell really was yours, nothing could make me happier. You've worked harder than anyone. If you've mastered the lightning spell, that's a great achievement for the Golden family. And it's the legendary spell used by the great adventurer Yukimura Sekino and the desert sage Pocahontas. That spell... that spell... uuuhh."

Clarice finally collapsed onto the carpet, weeping uncontrollably.

I dragged my heavy body off the bed and knelt beside her. Well, tried to kneel—my calf got pushed back by my fat and I fell on my butt. Ignoring that, I placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Lift your head, Clarice. That's right, I did it. So please, don't cry anymore."

"Miss..."

Clarice looked up with tears streaming down her face, and then, overcome with emotion, jumped into my arms.

"I'm so glad, Miss!"

"Thank you."

"Then that means you've mastered white magic and sky magic too!"

"Y-yes. That's right."

"Ooooh... Miss Ellie..."

I nodded along without really understanding, and Clarice suddenly jumped back, clasping her hands together as if worshipping a god.

"Hey, hey! Stop that, Clarice!"

When I tried to pull her hands apart, she resisted with surprising strength. If I left her like this, she'd probably bow and pray every time we met. After begging her to stop ten times, she finally returned to normal.

"Seriously, give me a break already."

"My deepest apologies, Miss. I was just so happy, I couldn't help it."

"From now on, no matter what happens, just act normal, okay?"

"As you wish."

"By the way, there's something I want to ask——"

There'd been a bunch of incomprehensible words thrown around earlier. White magic, sky magic, the great adventurer something Sekino, a Japanese person? And the desert magician Anpontan?

I skillfully led her into explaining each one.

"Such things are, of course, known to me, a humble member of the Bamian family, who have served the Golden family as maids for generations. First, magic is based on six elemental types that form the points of a hexagram: 'Light,' 'Dark,' 'Fire,' 'Water,' 'Wind,' and 'Earth.' Then there are six advanced magics: 'White,' 'Black,' 'Flame,' 'Ice,' 'Sky,' and 'Wood.' These twelve types exist in this world, and the one who masters them all is granted the title Grandmaster. Only one person has ever held that title—the legendary great adventurer Yukimura Sekino!"

I don't know why,

but Clarice's tone was heating up.

"It's rumored that even the desert sage Pocahontas and the southern wizard Ikarelius might be Grandmasters, but no one's seen them in thirty years, and it's uncertain if they're even alive. However, at the Yongachin Canyon, where it's said the sage and wizard battled, magical scars of immense power remain, making it a slightly dangerous tourist spot. It's said that the spell that left those scars was none other than Pocahontas's lightning spell."

"Clarice, do you like stories like this?"

"I absolutely love them!"

My image of her is shattering!

I mean, it's kind of hilarious seeing this wrinkled old maid going off about magic and mages. It's like a regular housewife in Japan passionately discussing a light novel protagonist during a gossip session.

"Even you, Miss—you begged me to tell you stories about the great adventurer Yukimura when you were little. It's not fair to keep it all to yourself. You love them too."

Apparently, when Clarice gets excited, she turns into a chatty aunt. Honestly, I prefer this to her being all stiff and formal. I don't like uptight types.

"Then tell me the story of the great adventurer Yukimura again."

"Oh, how nostalgic. Very well."

Clarice took my hand, helped me up, guided me to the bed, and then began speaking while standing. She patted the spot beside her on the bed. Looking sheepish, she sat down without making a sound.

Then she began her tale. Her storytelling was so perfect, with just the right tone and even sound effects at the exciting parts, it was clear she had told it many times before. Ellie must have begged to hear it countless times as a child.

To summarize, the great adventurer Yukimura set off with his companions to reach the edge of the world, and after many trials and tribulations, he finally arrived at his destination.

It was a tale of adventure where he uncovered the mysteries of what lies at the edge of the world and returned to the Kingdom of Greifner. The life-or-death battles with the fire dragon and ice dragon had me embarrassingly on the edge of my seat.

What intrigued me the most was the part about the edge of the world being an empty void—a breathtaking scene that evoked the end of existence itself. Well, it was a tale from 400 years ago, so it had basically become a legend, almost like a fairytale.

If we're talking 400 years ago in Japan, that'd be during the Edo period. That long ago, it's hard to believe. Plus, this world doesn't seem very technologically advanced, which makes it feel even more dubious.

Besides, the world doesn't have an edge. They just don't understand that the planet is round.

Well, there are a million things to nitpick, but for now, I'll let it go.