After the water change, I bathed in warm water amidst the embarrassing praise of the maids, sighed deeply, slept, and woke up in the morning.

The day after leaving the temple had arrived, but nothing really happened.

It was strange. The words of the priests, who had surrounded me, praising me as a savior, were still vivid.

At this point, I wondered if I hadn’t really fallen into the temple, but there was clear evidence of chaos all around the room.

Thump, clatter, tattatat. Boom!

Trying to ignore the urge to touch what looked expensive, I sat down at the table.

On it were the daily newspapers of various publishers that I had asked Masa to lay out.

There were all sorts of papers, from large publishers to those famous for dealing with gossip.

I quickly scanned the content with a tense heart, but what’s this?

There was no mention of me, not even the ‘El’ of Elodie.

I couldn’t help but admire it, knowing who was behind it without looking.

“It’s the Ferdia family after all.”

Their media control is very skilled. Certainly, the Ishtar temple would not have remained silent either.

The madmen who do anything if it’s the will of the god wouldn’t give up on me, whom they think is a ‘savior’, easily, but Ferdia managed to do it.

“I must leave this country after all…”

My dream of buying a house in the suburbs to live comfortably was long gone.

There’s no place on this continent not influenced by Ferdia and the Ishtar temple, but now I have a reason to go as far away as possible.

I naturally had one more thing to do.

Study a foreign language.

‘Living is not so easy.’

But my mind was much lighter after scanning the articles. I was tense about possibly becoming the center of a disturbance.

I don’t know how long Ferdia will be my shield, but I didn’t want to think about it until then.

Instead of having not a single article about me, there were some articles common to several newspapers.

These were articles about the incident where Dorothea Angelos ran out crying from Ishtar’s fountain.

All mentions of me were missing from the story.

But while that article was in one newspaper, in another, the space where the article should have been was blank.

Was the Duchess of Ferdia trying to put up the article, and Duke Angelos erasing it?

A thrilling duel was unfolding through several newspapers.

‘Hang in there, Duchess!’

I cheered for the Duchess in my heart, hoping the snakelike Duke Angelos would kneel before her.

Then it happened.

Crash!

The sharp sound of shattering drew my attention, and I locked eyes with Greed’s golden eyes.

Greed had finally knocked over and broken the vase by the window.

“Greed.”

When I called his name softly, Greed put forth a lame excuse.

Did the vase have legs to fall by itself?

When I gestured for Greed to come over without a word, he approached the sofa where he had been crouching.

With each step, his small fox prints appeared on the wet floor from the water in the vase.

I took out the sealing stone from my pocket.

“It would be difficult if someone saw you, so can you please stay in the sealing stone now?”

The servants would burst in soon after the sound of the vase breaking.

But if they suddenly saw a black fox they hadn’t seen before, they’d be suspicious.

However, Greed stiffened his four legs and resisted.

“You resist like this because I didn’t command you, but if you keep doing this[dash].”

As I put my hands on my hips to scold him properly, the door creaked open, and there was Masa, looking bewildered.
“I knocked, but there was no answer, so I came in……. What was that sound of breaking just now?”

“No, I accidentally broke a vase.”

“Goodness. You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

“Hmm.”

I hastily reached for the vase, but it was already too late.

“Miss. What’s that black fox?”

Wow, the maid was staring straight at the fox with wideopen eyes.

In the end, I got caught.

“That, that’s [dash].”

I tried to brush it off, but the maid was quicker.

She hurriedly placed the silver tray she was holding onto the table and crouched down to inspect the fox carefully.

“Oh my, it’s all black and cute. So pretty. Come here. Coochie coochie coo.”

The fox, treated unmistakably like a pet, seemed to get angry and started to bare its teeth.

I warned the fox, watching the spectacle.

‘Behave yourself. Unless you want to be trapped in the seal stone forever.’

It was a warning to act like a companion animal, as we had agreed earlier.

Then the fox’s ears perked up.

Its demeanor, looking as if it would bite the maid at any moment, was nowhere to be found, and it began to make a strange meowing sound.

“Me, meow……?”

“Is it a cat?”

“Caw……?”

“Caw? Does a fox caw?”

“Kmeow?”

“But why does it keep meowing like it’s a question?”

With the maid’s repeated questioning, the fox glared at me, cursing with its eyes.