Ruger had long imagined this day would come, and he was actually delighted. It meant Little One had plenty of spirituality; her silence really was just her personality, not a sign that she was stupid. With Stray Hair One as a precedent, an excellent spirit fur ought to be capable of this much. His spirit fur had truly come alive. In fact, spirit furs were already alive from the moment they were born, but in his view, singing and dancing were only part of it. Only when they possessed a true self had they truly come alive.
And knowing how to refuse was a sign that the Fuzzies had selves of their own.
Ruger would never be angry over the Fuzzies behaving this way. He had even imagined that one day, when all the Fuzzies with their different personalities came alive, he would raise them to be strong. With countless Fuzzies at his disposal, he would only need to sit at home, sleep in, and enjoy delicious food while they scoured the world for treasure on his behalf.
With its master's permission, the Black Knight was overjoyed, then fell silent.
That was another empty room capable of stumping three demons.
As for whether it was appropriate to leave it there alone...
Ruger's steps did not falter in the slightest. Since it was already a living individual, it naturally had to shoulder its own fate.
They were simply rather special, possessing fates of their own while also sharing countless ties with him, their master.
Perhaps that was part of fate as well. Even after acquiring true selves, they remained inseparable from their master.
That was what made them special.
They had all been born because of him.
Ruger suddenly thought of his friend Tuzel the rabbit, and the old Wizard whose