The magnificent red eyes were more luxurious than the finest pigeon-blood rubies he had ever seen.
The Scholar froze.
His face was blank with shock.
Little White Fox watched the Scholar with great interest.
It had always been generous with a little extra attention toward humans who could see it.
Although humans were all rather foolish.
This human, however, looked especially silly.
Little White Fox rolled its eyes.
"Ow!"
The man let out a cry of surprise.
Something had struck him on the head.
He instinctively reached out to grab it.
The shaking beneath him brought him back to reality. He was lying on the dangerous canopy of a tree jutting out beneath a cliff.
One careless move, and he might end up with his body shattered beyond recognition.
The Scholar broke into a cold sweat, his heart pounding like a drum.
He clung tightly to the tree trunk below.
The threat to his life snapped him out of Little White Fox's "beauty."
The Scholar lay on the tree canopy.
He did not dare turn around.
The branches beneath him were still trembling slightly.
His heart had risen to his throat.
What should he do?
Staying here doing nothing was no solution...
Besides...
The Scholar narrowed his eyes.
The sunlight shone straight onto his face.
If this went on, he would probably be roasted to death even without falling off the cliff.
Even if he did not die from the sun, he would starve to death.
A high-pitched cry rang out from the distance.
The Scholar froze.
Perhaps he might even be attacked by a large bird and fall into the bottomless abyss while trying to evade it...
For a moment, all sorts of possible deaths surged through the Scholar's mind.
The Scholar's face grew