As Elias watched the evolution unfold, he thought, not for the first time, that evolution was a truly magical thing—even here, in a world already brimming with the supernatural.
The pigs slept on in their imbued clothes, and as the days passed, their old bodies began to change.
Slowly, gently, they grew. Their forms lengthened and rose, shifting toward something bipedal—taller, larger, standing where they had once lain low to the ground. And as they grew, something far more wonderful happened alongside it. Their aged faces and worn bodies returned to youth. Lost limbs began, impossibly, to grow back, knitting themselves whole again over the patient days. Scars faded and vanished from skin that had carried them for decades. The blind, the deaf, the maimed, the ancient—all of it, slowly, was being undone.
This was the thing about evolution that Elias treasured most.
It was the one true way to mend a completely broken spirit beast. It could lengthen a lifespan run nearly to its end. It could return youth to the old and wholeness to the maimed, could reach back and repair damage that no healing skill, however powerful, could ever truly fix. Amia’s waters and Floria’s life energy and even his father’s talent had only ever been able to ease the pigs’ suffering. Evolution could erase it.
That was why he had not hesitated, back in that shelter, to adopt every last one of them. He had known, even then, that he was not looking at twenty-eight hopeless cases. He was looking at twenty-eight creatures who, with evolution, would become whole again. Broken now—but only for a little while longer.
Their clothes, meanwhile, did something strange and beautiful.
Day by day, the imbued garments slowly faded—thinning, dissolving, vanishing piece by piece as the Mental attribute woven into them was drawn into the transforming bodies, until at last nothing of them remained at all.
And then, stranger still, the process reversed itself.
From the sleeping pigs, fine strings of mental spiritual energy began to emerge, drifting up and curling through the air—and weaving themselves, thread by glowing thread, into new clothes. Garments formed from the pigs’ own power, settling over their changed bodies, fitting each of them perfectly, as though the evolution itself had decided that creatures such as these ought never to go undressed. Elias watched it happen with quiet wonder, and made careful notes he suspected no other breeder in the world would ever have cause to write.
A month passed before the transformation was complete—and somewhere in the middle of it, Elias found himself with a great deal of explaining to do.
The shelter, naturally, still expected its welfare checks. He had agreed to daily photographs and weekly visits for three months, after all, precisely so that no one could mistreat the vulnerable old beasts in secret. But when the inspectors saw twenty-eight Care Pigs lying motionless in deep, unbroken sleep, their bodies visibly and dramatically changing, growing, transforming into something entirely new—
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Well. It looked exactly like the sort of thing those safeguards existed to prevent. Illegal experimentation. Forbidden alteration of sheltered beasts. The very crimes the monitoring was meant to catch.
Elias tried to explain that this was a natural evolution, but a young breeder claiming to have single-handedly discovered an entirely new evolution for the most common household beast in the world was, understandably, difficult to believe. It was only thanks to Maeve—her authority, her vouching, and no small amount of her patience—that the whole matter was eventually sorted out without disaster.
He really, truly should have thought that part through beforehand. He made a quiet note to himself to consider the paperwork implications of his discoveries before beginning them, and strongly suspected he would forget to do so again the very next time inspiration struck.
But it ended well. It all ended well.
At last, after a month of sleep and slow transformation, the pigs began to stir.
One by one they woke, and one by one they rose—awkwardly, unsteadily, finding their balance on two legs for the very first time. They stood now where once they had shuffled low to the ground, each of them grown to a height of roughly a hundred and forty to a hundred and fifty centimeters, draped in the elegant clothes their own evolution had woven for them. Tall, dignified, youthful, whole.
Elias’s gaze found one of them at once, and locked onto a pair of eyes he had never once seen open.
Sebastian.
The eyes that met his were young now, and bright, and clear—and they were looking at him. Truly looking. Seeing. Through Insight of Friendship, the old soul’s new status unfolded before Elias.
Name: Sebastian
Race: Butler Pig
Type: Beast
Attributes: Water, Earth, Mental
Mood: Joyful
Current Rank: Elite Rank 10
Potential Rank: Lord Rank 3
Skills:
Cleansing Pure Water — Lv4
Dust Mastery — Lv4
Mud Healing — Lv3
Butler’s Poise — Lv1
Butler’s Sense — Lv1
Butler’s Domain — Lv1
Butler’s Attire — Lv1
Precise Telekinesis — Lv1
Enhanced Intelligence — Lv3
Mind’s Eye — Lv2
Sense Emotion — Lv2
Telepathy — Lv2
Description: Once an aged and abandoned Care Pig, reborn through evolution into a refined and dignified Butler Pig. Gentle, loyal, and deeply attuned to the emotions of those around it, a Butler Pig devotes itself wholly to the comfort and care of those it loves. Its cleaning and household skills have refined into something approaching artistry, while its awakened mind allows it to anticipate needs before they are spoken. Profoundly devoted to the one it calls its own.
Elias welcomed them all, his voice warm, his chest full to aching.
And Sebastian, standing tall and young and whole on two new legs, reached out across the quiet with his mind and spoke.
Hello, my Joy.
Elias smiled, and his eyes stung, and he answered the old soul who had once believed himself worthless. “Hello, Sebastian.”
And this time—for the very first time—Sebastian’s eyes reflected Elias back to him, taking in the gentle face he had only ever felt, and his restored ears caught the sound of that voice carrying his name.
It was exactly as gentle, and exactly as warm, as he had always imagined it would be.
Butler pig
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