When the pink mist dispersed beneath the moonlit night, Countess Waldeck on the rocky beach still looked like the Countess, except the earring on her right side was gone. Shade immediately guessed what she had fed the horse just now.
And the horse that had swallowed one of the Countess's earrings had now transformed into a sturdy male "Horse-Human" with a naked human upper body.
Though it looked similar on the surface, this was definitely not a foreign Horse-Human. The three members of the Clown Troupe wore grave expressions behind their masks. Even Shade and the witch hiding nearby felt that this Horse-Human possessed the beauty of "a Black Rose blooming to the point of rot."
Shade had never formally read the containment records for "Desire." Of course, there might not have been any containment records at all. But the thing before him could most likely be classified as a "Relic Derivative."
The Countess giggled, holding a fan in one hand and pointing forward with the other. Without needing verbal commands, the sturdy "Horse-Human," still wreathed in traces of pink mist, immediately broke away from the carriage and charged toward the three "Jokers."
The Ring Arcanists avoided it as though avoiding a plague. Several long-range Thaumaturgy attacks struck its body, yet all were blocked by that seemingly ordinary skin. It could still feel pain, but as it roared, an unnatural flush surged across its skin, making it excited.
Shade felt as though his eyes were about to be contaminated:
"That layer of pink mist resembles the Amares Veil Thaumaturgy, but it seems to be mixed with something else. As for that monster's spiritually resistant skin, it looks like Baron Eris's Steel Body Technique to me, but the effect is far too exaggerated."
"Those all sound like Thaumaturgies recorded in the