"Ugh........... Seriously." Tilisha sighed softly, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear as she gazed at the reflection in the full-length mirror—a golden-haired Elf adorned with a Golden Chalice Butterfly hairpin.

Had she sleepily pinned it on again after dozing off?

This wasn’t the first time. It had happened a few days ago too. Though faint, she always retained hazy memories upon waking: stumbling out of bed in the dead of night, half-asleep, to place the Golden Chalice Butterfly from her nightstand into her hair.

The memories felt dreamlike, blurred by that liminal state between sleep and wakefulness.

And so this scene unfolded: morning light spilled across the room as the Elf girl, clad in loose pajamas, rubbed tear-filled eyes. Her delicate bare feet touched the floor, the arches bathed in dawn’s glow, shimmering with a pearly pink sheen.

Tilisha shuffled toward the mirror, uncombed hair cascading past her knees, yawning lazily.

The first time this happened, she’d been startled—still groggy, she hadn’t recognized the girl who’d seemingly appeared in her room.

The second time, after a brief pause, she’d realized it was herself.

Tilisha had pondered this quirk, blaming it on the subconscious of this Elf body she now inhabited.

Long ago, she’d noticed this body held physical memories—subtle imprints that could alter habits, speech patterns, even thoughts without warning.

This created dissonance. Though one consciousness ruled, her actions, perspectives, and instincts often diverged from what her human self would’ve chosen.

*Speaking of which… has it grown again these past few days?*

Tilisha clasped her hands behind her back, rising slightly on tiptoe as she scrutinized her reflection. After a long moment, she nodded firmly.

Yep. Definitely bigger.

She’d already deduced why this Elf body grew so rapidly.

Raising a milky-white finger, its nail polished like jade, she prodded the scar-like mark on her cheek.

This body constantly drew power from the blade named Holy Oblivion, siphoning energy to break through toward Divine Maiden Transformation. Naturally, growth accelerated.

In just days, she’d felt herself grow taller.

Though the height change was subtle—it might’ve gone unnoticed if not for the *grand structure* expanding so aggressively.

*Guess that’s Elves for you.*

Tilisha lowered her hands, gave an experimental bounce, then paced before the mirror.

*Does this count as… helping Grandma walk?*

*What am I even doing?*

She dropped her hands and tapped her forehead.

Admittedly, the body-swap feature was thoughtful. Knowing she’d lack clothes post-transfer, it had provided a decent, if plain, outfit. The sleeveless linen top, shorts, and wrapped shoes were humble but unmistakably feminine. Wearing ill-fitting men’s clothes would’ve drawn 100% stares.

Too bizarre.

Unofficial D-rank Divine Maidens received no uniforms, so Coleman Academy hadn’t issued her proper attire.

Frankly, she preferred it. Skirts still unsettled her—her mind and orientation remained male. If she ever stopped minding them, *that’d* be the real problem.

Today differed. She had to go out—as Tilisha.

Unofficial Divine Maidens (and Divine Children) faced loose attendance rules at Coleman. Before formal enrollment, the Academy treated them as provisional students. Showing up was optional; skipping classes drew no penalties.

Tilisha suspected this was deliberate—a test of self-discipline. Fail to overcome laziness? Pack your bags. Excel brilliantly without guidance? Then skipping class became a privilege.

Coleman’s policy was hands-off for newcomers.

But after nearly a week of skipping lessons, guilt gnawed at her. After much deliberation, Tilisha made a decision that went against her ancestors:

Attend one day of classes as Tilisha. And glimpse her fellow freshman Divine Maidens.

She grabbed her student card, clipped on wing-shaped earphones to hide her Elf ears, and headed to the cafeteria as usual. Instinctively veering toward the free bread station, she halted mid-step.

Free meals for Divine Children, mages, and alchemists were limited to morning bread and evening corn chowder. Divine Maidens? Entirely different.

As the undisputed *big daddy role* of any team, Divine Maidens enjoyed dedicated free dining halls—balanced meals with meat, veggies, even desserts. Compared to other professions’ sparse offerings, the disparity screamed *daddy-tier treatment* versus *grandson-tier treatment*.

Ranking professions: Divine Maidens reigned supreme—core DPS everyone catered to. Divine Children ranked mid-high, the *mommy role* as team leaders and scouts. Mages were the *son role*—valued for weapon enchantments, not combat. Alchemists? *"What’s your purpose again? Battle support? We’ve got Priest Rank Divine Maidens. Damage? Knight Rank Divine Princesses solo like gods. We’d trust a mage before you."*

But none of that mattered now. Tilisha had long eyed the Divine Maiden dining hall, drooling over its lavish spreads while stuck with bread.

Today, her chance had come.

Surprisingly few dined there despite the quality. Simple reason: nobles’ heirs scorned free meals.

Tilisha returned to her seat, tray laden—only to freeze.

Without thinking, she’d piled it with fruits and vegetables............