Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

The preparations for the incarnation of four of my Profiles had done. Material matter, identities such as name, gender and race, adjusted Levels and stats, selected and concealed Skills, clothing, battle gears, weapons and equipment, and lastly, my memories.

All I have to do is to give them tangible existence using the Alter Ego. Before that, I have to absorb the articles I've made earlier. It will be equipped with the corresponding owner as soon as I am incarnating them. It would be obscene if a fully naked person appeared in front of you.

I picked some of the garments which will be equipped along with the first Profile to gain flesh. Among the garments was a purple brassiere with a large cup like that of Mom. It's a replication of Mom's underwear that I pick and keep long time ago.

(I am so excited to see how bi—beautiful she looks like.)

"Are you ready to see the first person, Griffith?"

"Skwah!"

"Hmm. Here we go."

I opened my right hand linear to the sight. After a beat, using the bones that was found inside the Vagoth Forest of the empire, the very first Profile is about to incarnate.

The white robe with purple linings that I made earlier shoot off of my palm and landed on the grass. Not only the robe, white buttonless blouse, long skirt of the same color, and violet lingeries buried under the white robe.

But there's something like a flesh blob wiggling under the robe. The blob quiver rapidly and spread wide through the white garments. The robe inflate and the blob started to surface from the cover, take the form of a human being.

The blob then started to change its texture to the like of porcelain-white human skin and hairs grew at tremendous rate. Just a few seconds, the blob perfectly replicate the former physical appearance of the most beautiful woman among all the fleshless remains.

"…"

The woman in white raised her upper body from the ground. She looked around her surroundings before laying her sky blue gaze on my amethyst, making me catch a full view of her beautiful body.

"State your name."

Those words came out of my mouth. I will confirm her relativity to mine if she answer the name of the Profiles she used correctly. The name I baptized upon her Profile was…

"Gabrielle…"

Hearing her sweet voice upon saying the name I gave to her ego, a curve drew on my lips. Meaning, the ego separation is brightly successful.

I have mountain of things to test and verify. Before that, I have to check her condition first.

"Can you stand?"

The woman, Gabrielle, attempt to stand in place. "I can." She responded after she straighten her back.

There's no problems in her pose. Normally, newborns had difficulties in operating their fragile bodies. But it's not a problem for my clones.

Seeing the curves of her line, I want to see more of her up close.

"Come here." I ordered.

She didn't reply, just stepped in closer to me. She didn't show resistance hearing my order. Perhaps it is because we shared one mind?

I realized I forgot something after seeing her bare foot. I completely forgot her footwear. Well, I can make it later along with the others. After a few light steps, she already in front of me.

(She's a little bit taller than Sister.)

At this distance, I can get a close observation of her. As I can see, Gabrielle appears as a bombshell at her early twenties wearing the garments I sewed a while ago. The blouse even tucked in under the belt of her skirt. I didn't saw her tending her garments once.

Atop her head are locks of hip-length, silky, lustrous, platinum-blond hair. Her gentle eyes are as blue as the ozone layer adorned her kind face reaching the pinnacle of beauty itself. Putting her up to the level of my immediate family. By the way, her hair was originally golden-blonde while her eyes shone like the golden honey.

My newly sewed pure-white cotton blouse took the shape of her curvaceous figure. Gabrielle has fine waist, plump hips, and thicc thighs she's been trying to hide under her skirt. But the most outstanding feature of her was…

Slap.

"Wouldn't that consider geh?" Gabrielle reminded me of something trivial after striking my dexterous hands.

"I don't think so. Although we have the same thinking, your whole existence is entirely opposite of me. Besides… Kin Command."

"?!"

"Why are you disobeying your superior in the first place?"

Ignoring her struggling, I forced my hands to plunge into her most noticeable property. Her soft and round Mom-sized twin mountains.

"So this is what they feels like."

I gently fondled her cotton-coated valuable assets as she is embarrassedly averting her crimson-filled porcelain-white face. She couldn't do anything as I am directing her a command-type skill.

Ruling-class monsters' special ability, Racial or Extra Skill: Kin Command. It's a skill that gives the user authority over inferior races of the same evolution line or entities like tamed monsters, descendants, and familiars. Since Gabrielle was like an offshoot of me, she was considered as my descendant.

Although she's a part of me, I already modified her DNA and mana wavelength for us to be biologically and spiritually unrelated. The same for the other three.

"Why are you doing this… for clarification?" Gabrielle asked in humiliated manner.

"We have the same thinking, huh. Yes, I wanted to do a physical examination." I answered, still fondling her healthy milkers. Then I lowered my eyes down to her nether region.

"Raise that." I ordered Gabrielle for the next phase of the examination.