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A wizard Staff has a knob in the end

Margaret was a nerd only interested in anime, novels, and games, until the day she transmigrated as the countess daughter in a fantasy world, by a wicked witch. Now her new Isekai life aren't as easy as she expects, and she need to bit up the magic system of this fantastic world and become a wizard. If you like please support me: https://www.patreon.com/raknay Or buy me a Coffee: https://ko-fi.com/raknay

Rak_Nay · Fantasy
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14 Chs

The feast

Margaret was happy every time the gentle woman carried her around. While the cheerful woman shook her around, costumed as a faun and playing a pan flute.

They crossed the village in the trees, the walls and fences covered with vines with berries and flowers. All the places had flowers, big flowers from the size of sunflowers and beyond. "I don't want to see the bees around here."

In everyplace Margot noticed that has a simple with a daisy inside a circle, carved in walls, in the fences and thee clothes.

Margot noticed that the whole place was carefully built to create a design where the two biggest whatever they are, houses, mansions or castles, are in the opposite sides of the village facing each other.

They meet another woman holding a girl around Margaret age in her arms. She saw both in the pigpen, the woman wore a weird wig of feathers.

They went down the hopping trough a spiral ramp that lead to what seemed to be a stud Farm nearby the ginormous trees, and at the side of the stud, she could saw crops similar to corns.

The fences were covered with bushes filled with flowers and berries.

Margot was looking at the weird vegetation with bright colors, the weird animals, and people with animal costumes all around.

They are good at the level of professional cosplay, and the woman seems to show Margot to every single person in that place.

What seemed to be an old Native American woman, walking with a staff and wearing a colorful sarong and a headband with flowers and feathers come to them very angry.

There was a huge white goat with a brushed fur at her side.

Looking closer the woman had excellent faun makeup, with horns among the hair. It had huge hoofs, carefully crafted and complicated prosthetics.

One of her eyes was blank what makes her a little bit scary.

She talked fast and pointed. No doubt, it was something about her, "Sorry, mam. But whatever you angry about, Is not my fault."

A second old woman appeared with a long featherhead, talked fast with both women, and took them away. The confused girl couldn´t look away from her old naked breasts.

For a moment Margaret had the impression that the goat talked.

Margot didn't had idea what they are talking about, and the girl cheerfully kept talking with her.

She had a fluffy brown hair with a weird coloration that reminded dog or wolf fur.

Margot started to name the animals to herself. "The giant chicken-quails I am going to call chikquails, the half horse-half llamas I call llamorses, the giant rabbits. Giant rabbits? The giant corn ears I would call… Giant corn? Why everything around here is supersize?"

That place was like those fairies and small enchanted creatures that had a comic version of human civilization. She even saw people carrying a couple of buckets that seemed made of giant acorns,

Other thing was the sculptures, seems that any big rock and old log they found was turned in some kind of Totten or something that reminded Mesoamerican statues.

Between the horse studs and plantations, had cottages, pillars, and even a stone pyramid with what she concluded was a temple or shrine at the top.

They went to a cozy hill, where the girl with brown hair rolled in the grass, and Margaret could see a beautiful blue sea, with an island with a volcano on the horizon.

They get tired to hang around and went back to the big house.

Looking back at the village she started to notice that some trees grow around enormous bluish stones like giant turquoises.

In a better look they seemed like science fiction spaceships that are partially buried in the ground.

Beyond the trees, there was a floating island chained to the mountains around. Each link should have an absurd size. Such a thing should be inconceivable."

"That's it. I´m going bananas and this is a hallucination, nothing around here is happening. That's why it is so hard to move. In reality, I am wearing a straightjacket in a padded room."

Margaret started to freak out. For the first time she started to understand better the gravity of her situation in a new light.

She started to search the head of the cheerful woman and she had another frightening surprise. "That's no makeup. There are no prosthetics? This horn is really getting out of your skull?"

The woman had a weird shaped head, real large animal-like ears, and those sheep horns are coming from her head.

She reminded that fawns and satyrs had furry legs, but that woman had pretty woman legs, but never looked at her feet. They are wood shaped with hooves. That woman was really some kind of satyr.

Same for the other woman with them, she wasn't wearing a wig, those feathers really are getting out of her head.

Those people aren't humans.

Even that cute girl, at first Margaret thought she had crooked teeth, but no. Those are fangs, that cute girl had sharp fangs.

Why the heck she had the disgraceful idea that those people are in cosplay?

That's a fantasy world filled with beast-folk and seemed that she was the only human around.

The satyr woman was delighted with the girl rants, and that was annoying.

They wandering around in places Margaret never saw, until a dinner room and sat at a big table.

There they put a colorful tablecloth and plates with beautiful flower decorations, all with characteristic daisies.

The curious Margaret noticed those daisies in everyplace, the buildings, the furniture, doorknobs, her clothes, and even in the women's jewels. Obviously, that should have some meaning.

While they talk in that weird language, she started to theorize what could be happening.

She slapped the tiny icon in the corner of her vision and the magic book appeared.

Her first surprise was that nobody notices the book as if was invisible. "That would be normal in a world full of that magic?" She shrugged and started to write in the notes section.

There are many clear memories from popular culture from her previous life, but not much about her personal life.

Is it possible that truck-Kun and a god killed her, send her to another world, like in light novels and animes?

A mysterious truck that works for pan-dimensional gods running over people to send to other worlds could be real?

She knows that happened at least a dozen times in various kinds of media, but she didn't have memories of any god giving her instructions and gifts to have a good time in that world, what usually happens in such histories.

Didn´t reminded to play anything that seemed to be like that theme. A lot of date-sims, otome games, and RPGs that happen in some version of old Europe with magic and giant robots, but nothing about the Americas.

Not that she reminded.

A lot of weird people started to sit at the table and she made the book disappear.

None reaction, like nobody, could see the book.

A big hairy white goat, similar to an Ibex sat and started to talk with the voice of an old lay.

The old satyr woman dressed with an blind appeared with a stone man, and and an old minotaur couple, "well a buffalo Minotaur, or maybe a Minobufallo", Margaret thought.

Four apparently human kids appeared two boys and two girls. One of them was the girl who keeps watching her.

More teenagers and adults, all beast-men, and that abnormally huge Ibex goat started to talk with an old lady's voice, then the bird with a hat that also talked. It was a scene taken from a cartoon of anthropomorphic animals.

A werewolf woman, half coyote brought big brown clay pots, with a steamy smell of food. It was obvious that everybody was happy and complimented the cook.

The smell was good and she noticed that she was starving.

That didn't take too long, and she was terrified when they opened the pots. Big fat living maggots, with coconut cream, backed red crickets with potatoes, big ants with crumbs and herbs, and they all started to eat it as if was the tastiest food in the world.

To drink the werewolf woman brought a big glass bottle with a dead snake and scorpions inside. The adults happily drank the liquid, and to finish she served backed toads and put a fried guinea pig to the children, including a plate in front of the disgusted Margaret.

"I saw people eating things like that on TV. I, suppose you guys do not have a spicy lamen, you had?"

Them the satyr woman holding her, get one of the most fat and slime worms, and tried to make her eat.

"No way Jose. If you think I am going to eat this disgraced thing you are freaking out of your mind."

The disgusted girl didn't know where she gets the strength to escape, and felt on the wooden floor making a loud sound and throw up. All the monsters became frightened and the women looked desperate at the ugly scratch in her leg that she made on the table.

There were a commotion and the old woman with the feathered hat approach with a docile talk and blow her wound. At first, appeared to be just a typical gesture that old women usually do with kids, but to her surprise really worked, The wound get out of her body like was just dust and there was none pain anymore.

"What? How you did that?"

They argued a little and after a while, they started to talk about a "bela" and a half coyote woman brought a baby bottle.

"You guys should be kidding me. That's humiliating."

This time the woman didn't have to force and she drank. It was milk mixed with some fruit similar to mango. Nothing bad.

The satyr woman took her to a huge bathroom, with a bathtub big like a small pool, and a mirror covering a wall.

Finally, she could see herself in the mirror and noticed another concerning thing. "What a moment. I´m really not a baby, neither a toddler. I should have five to six years. Why I am so weak that I can't even stand?"

She looked at her body and face. "None freckle's, eyebrows and bronze skin. That is definitively not my face." She gave a smile. "I always wanted to have visible eyebrows and bronze skin. I am cute. No I´m gorgeous"

The woman hugged her and played a pan flute. "What about those monsters out there? I thought they were cosplayers." The woman giggled and played her pan flute.

"I look like you. Don't tell me that you are kind of my Mum? I am going to grow up that pretty and with big boobs? I am finally going to have boobs?"

Unfortunately, she brought her pessimism from the previous life. "No, after that monster and disgusting rank food is more probable that I died and went to disgraced hell."

Margaret gave a good look at the reflect, admiring her new found body when noticed a disturbing thing. "What are those bump?" She gave a good look at the mirror. "Those are baby horns?"

Margeret gave a good look at the satyr woman and her own face. "By the beards of the prophet, I look like you. Don't tell me you are my new mom?"

The woman smiled and rubbed her with a wet fabric.

"This is some kind of cotton? Ah, have to admit that I don't have anything against growing to look like you. It is much prettier than my previous body."

The woman seemed to have the time of her life and answered with a pan flute.

"Are you mute? This place seems to be a mix of Inca and Mayan with a bit of science fiction."

They finished the bath and the woman held her with a piece of silk fabric with cloud draws. To her wonder, the clouds slowly moved.

They went to sleep together in a sleeping hammock on the porch of the château. While the woman plays the pan flute.

The next day comes and, they wandered around the place and Margaret was fascinated by the Mesoamerican constructions.

They went until a kind of orchard where she got a weird fruit.

"This is some kind of hairy tomato?" The woman peeled showing a soft and white pulp. "I have a bite because I am starving, but is good that thing will not try to bite me back."

She gets a bite in the juice and sweet fruit. It was delicious. The woman took her around and they eat a lot of exotic fruits on a pleasant picnic. There were a couple of weird creatures around that don't get to close as if they were afraid. They looked like more satyrs.

Her body feels much better. She didn´t had idea how starving she was, that´s the reason she felt so weak.

"This place doesn't feel like hell. But if I remember right. in the Divine Comedy, the hell was kept by satyrs and minotaurs. But don´t seems like I´m here as a sinner. What is happening here?"

Margaret was terrified of the beast-folk after she discovered that they aren't cosplayers, principally the werewolves and Minotaur's, they are kind of bovinae but have sharp teeth and eat meat.

The satyr woman with the flute appeared a couple of times, but a couple of screams put her to run and the nice Lady appeared instead. Maybe that was really her new mom?