On the grassland.
The snow-white little fox, nearly dead from hunger, barely opened its eyes.
It felt as though it had forgotten many things. Everything in its head was hazy, and it couldn't remember anything clearly.
...Who was it?
Why had it lost its memory again...?
Wait... why "again"?
...Waaah... so hungry...
There was only a vague impression in its mind that it seemed to have forgotten someone... but who?
That person's name seemed to be... be... su...
It suddenly sensed something approaching-
The next second, it was lifted by the scruff of its neck, and a little boy's voice rang out beside its ear.
"Young master!-Look what I found!"
The boy, only twelve or thirteen with a white bob haircut, excitedly ran toward his young master with the little fox in hand.
The black-haired youth of fifteen or sixteen, sitting on the grass and gazing into the distance, turned to look with an indifferent expression.
His dark eyes held a cool, distant look on his sharply defined face, which bore several distinctive black cursed markings.
The little boy came pattering over and excitedly presented the little fox to his young master as though showing off a treasure.
His beautiful purplish-red eyes sparkled with delight, and in an adorable voice, he said something that made the little fox shudder-
"A little fox this young would surely taste delicious stewed!"
St-stewed?!
Wait, little fox... did he mean me??
I'm a little fox?!
And you actually want to eat me!!
Help!!-
The little fox, which had been on the verge of death, suddenly opened its eyes wide and struggled free of the boy's hand with all its strength.
Then it shot toward the "young master" before it and clung tightly to his leg-
The snow-white little fox trembled all over, burying its