Belmode: "..."
She didn't turn her head to look at Gin, she pretended to yawn, and rolled over in her nest, arching her back and trying not to burst out laughing.
It didn't really matter if she laughed out loud, because Rum was the one who had gotten in trouble, and even if Gin had gotten angry, he wouldn't have bitten her first, and she'd have had enough time to get away with it.
Laughing is just a habit.
-Laughing at Ichijō Mirai was retaliatory, and most of the time the next moment she opened her mouth to let out a sharp laugh was followed by a claw in the face, and sometimes even before she could laugh, the claws of the mysterious and wise Cadre were already in front of her eyes.
Yes, Ichijō Mirai, yes, the wise and capable Cadre-sama.
Ichijō Mirai was a red fox that appeared out of nowhere in the wilderness. He seemed to be only three or four months old at the time, and at that young age, he had a faint sense of death about him, lying down on the ground every day, disguising himself as a corpse whenever he felt like it, and then after a few days of lying down and not dying, he would slowly get up and go to the Hundred Lions' Feast when he got too hungry.
The lions to open the meal he dared to calmly walk over, squeeze into the middle of the lions to eat, eat a mouthful of will have to spit not spit half a day to slow down, and the fox's sinister smile is very similar to the action, make it look as if rubbing the food also mocked the trappers hard hunting half a day to hunt a difficult thing like, often lick a few mouthfuls of flesh and blood and sickly turn their heads and go, the whole process of the line in a fluid manner, so that the rubbing of the food of the animals are frozen.
He's dead.
But he's not dead.
Because he often pretended to be a corpse, the carrion-eating crows used to congregate near him, waiting for him to die and come up for a bite, but they never did, and most of them, after a long wait, realized they had seen enough of this ruthless crow-fisher to come back, but there were exceptions, such as the new crows that had just arrived, and such as the leader of the crows.
Naturally, the leader is not a new crow who volunteers to take the bait, but as early as Ichijō Mirai's third time laying down on the ground to rub up against a cheetah, forcing him to lick his fur and pretend he's busy, he's had his eye on the strange fox, and after observing it for a while he's decided to give it a strong twist.
...And then was killed by the fox.
Now, the crow's nest is the fox's, the crow's minions are the fox's, and the crow's place is not the fox's, he twitched his nose and pushed a boar into the position.
Belmode suspects he chose his puppet leader with two things in mind.
1, stink.
2, stupid.
Aside from being an unusual fox who eats flesh and blood as if he's eating hellish food, Ichijō Mirai has a lot of strange habits, such as never licking his fur, never allowing other animals to lick his fur, never licking the fur of another animal, and even arching his back again in confidence that he's about to puke when he watches them lick each other's fur.
For example, he does not like to drink the water in the river, when everyone is drinking water, he will only stare at his front paws into the water for half a day, as if contemplating some cosmic mystery.
For example, he often bathe, almost every day to the river, the already narrow fox eyes are narrowed every time, as if dead, and occasionally see the fish over to peck their own eyes will be opened, the feeling of death is more intense.
Once, he just got out of the river to dump water, after dumping, looked at Gin licking his own hair and thought for a while, as if he made up his mind, slowly turned his head to lick the hair above his paw, not even a second's pause, then once again to vomit, not to vomit, bowed over, and also annoyed and angry, chased after Gin gleaned cotton for a while.
There were all sorts of behaviors that the animals couldn't understand, but could only be classified as quirks, and every time Ichijō Mirai showed a quirk, Belmode wanted to laugh, such as when he had just finished bathing and stepped out of the river, staring at the animals who were still drinking, and the animals, still drinking, gave him silent questions, and when he was doing nothing, he couldn't stand it, but he plowed across the river to the other side and got to the shore.
For example, the organization's animal bodyguards just after marking a new territory, he turned his head and ran wildly out of two miles, a few times, forcing the organization's animals to give up marking the territory of this kind of behavior.
For example, he could build a fire! Crouching in front of evil flames and wagging his tail in a good mood! And he roasts his food in the fire!
Of course, even though the great Cadre-sama is suspected of having something to do with the evil fire, and is crickets of the devil by the fearful animals, Belmode is not allowed to laugh, and has to sit still with dignity, occasionally carrying a few fish and slipping white notes into their bellies to please the Cadre-sama.
Over time, Belmode has long had a high level of emotional intelligence, and now also so, after turning over and yawning, she seems to be very busy licking up the fur.
The room was quiet, she did not look up, only to listen to more than ten seconds later, Rum only re-emerged, apparently IQ back, even the tone of voice also weakened, "I was condemning that asshole guy."
"There's no such thing as gripping an animal and bathing it every day!"
He was very indignant, "even if he washed rats and dogs, he even washed wild boars! Even a bird he passes by, he has to hook it down and hold it down to wash it! That guy first..."
This is a delicate subject.
Even if Rum hadn't meant to, the 'innocent bird' had swept away the organization, and even more so, the long dead body of Mr. Crow.
"Rum," Belmode was no longer busy, she sat up, her narrow fox eyes staring coldly at Rum, "be careful what you say."
A few seconds after the room went cold, she lifted her muzzle and smiled again, "Have you finished your annual reminiscence meeting?"
The "Memories of Bitterness and Sweetness Conference" was created by the generous and kind-hearted Cadre-sama just for Rum, who was allowed to pick one day a year to pour out his bitterness, remembering all the oppression he had suffered and the bitterness that had flooded his mouth, and looking forward to a bright future that might not exist.
What if Ichijō Mirai suddenly died? Then Rum would have a happy ending!
So said Ichijō Mirai, and Belmode didn't comment on that, just as she didn't comment on the fact that the Great Cadre-sama seemed to be searching for jars of hot water to scald the pig's hair, and flames to roast a whole pig.
"The Great Lord may be nearby," She whispered.
"You've been complaining all day, so get it over with as soon as you can before the clock strikes zero."
Or Ichijō Mirai will hold a grudge.
Of course, he'd also hold it against him for complaining on the day of the Amnesia Conference.
Rum muttered, "Your Highness, I don't understand how he likes such a strange title."
The title 'Ojou', like 'my lord', was one that Ichijō Mirai had taken extra care in and enjoyed, and Belmode had found out about it on one of her occasional fishing trips, when she had gone fishing purely out of hunger, and had just landed in the middle of what looked like a downpour, and the wind had swept across the moor, sending a bunch of things running in the wind, and one of them, a piece of paper, had gotten stuck to her face! .
When Ichijō Mirai saw her, his lifeless state, as if he had been depressed for eight hundred years, suddenly stopped for a short while. He was originally a fox with a drooping mouth, not like a treacherous fox at all, but he smiled and wagged his tail in a good mood, saying something like "
'Your Majesty'.
Belmode had been trying it out for a while to make sure that he liked it, and once when he was angry and staring at the crows eating carrion, she guessed that it was because he was embarrassed by the fact that the crows had eaten the carrion after the last batch of carrion-eaters had spilled it all over the place and the crows had eaten it, so she wagged her tail and called him "Great King".
Ichijō Mirai, who was angry, stopped being angry, and instead of looking at the crows, who were eating happily, he looked at Belmode, and after half a second, he said, "Good Samoyed, what is it you want."
...But why Samoyed?
Alas, the tolerant and kind-hearted Cadre-sama is always so hard to figure out, just as when Gin first called him 'sir', Cadre-sama would stare at him strangely for half a second and ask how he got that name, then after scratching the cotton halfway through the day he himself slumped over with a sickly look of victimization and said something about how the earth can't go on without human beings and how he's just holding on for dear life.
This kind of thing, only guard Ichijō Mirai for many years to prevent him from going to the table of jackals, wolves, tigers and leopards to eat, more careful to prevent him from being scratched by a paw subconscious counterattack to kill all the surrounding animals, so that the wilderness animal coverage is greatly reduced to know, too smelly and not herd of boars do not know, Belmode did not explain, and lie down again, lazily wagging his tail, and silently counting in his heart. Counting in his mind.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Rum to start a steady stream of reminiscences, "And! The worst part is that he hasn't been going out for the last few years!"
He looked sad, "He used to go around to other places at least, he dyed himself black and pretended to be a dog, mixed into the west side of the pile of dogs, as if the cleanliness fetish is gone all of a sudden like being licked every day also continued to go in and out of the dog group, dyed himself white and went to the east side and pretended to be a snow wolf, mixed into the half-gray wolves, and fluffed up his fur and pretended to be a polar bear!"
"It's crazy..."
"But at least he's not at home. No, but he's happy!"
"Did one of you cling to him and say something about not missing him," he looked suspiciously at Gin and then at Belmode, "so he stopped hanging out?"
"Not for a long time, but for a short time to give me a break! I thought it was good that he dyed himself black and white before, and when he went into the forest, he was instantly chatting with the local animals while chewing on bamboo!"
After complaining loudly, he muttered, "What are you doing wandering around to find out? Don't you tell me, maybe I know something, I'll pay for it!"
Is it possible that Ichijō Mirai didn't say it outright, but it was so informative that he almost said it outright, and any animal with an IQ would understand?
He's looking for humans.
Humans are creatures of legend.
The idiot would probably yell again if he knew that, maybe even in his face, but Belmode didn't bother, she wagged her tail lazily and corrected one thing, "When he dyed it black and white, there was another kind of black and white animal that suited him better than the one you mentioned."
"-Cow cat."
She said deeply, "One hundred percent fit."
Flanked by a cold glance from Gin, Belmode asked, "Not a good match?"
It's a perfect match!
"It's just like a mold," The long-dead Mr. Crow might have understood better, Belmode had a heartfelt feeling, but her tail paused when she withdrew her gaze, her narrow eyes narrowed, "the most nervous animal in the world."
She did not move, but glanced at the window.
The window was split in two, two thirds of it under the stakes, only the upper third was airy, and in the corner, the shadow of a furry ear flickered, inconspicuously.
It was only Belmode's eye for rabbits that enabled him to recognize it.
After a few seconds of contemplation, thinking about the rabbit that would lie on her fluffy chest when she was teary-eyed, and the rabbit's teary violet eyes, she retracted her gaze and wagged her tail once more as if nothing had happened, and continued to listen to Rum's incessant whining, unaware of the shadow of the rabbit ears outside the window.
Outside the window, the rabbit ears were still wiggling.
Suzuki Sonoko didn't know that Belmode had found her, but she was thinking about Belmode.
She hesitated for a long time before coming to the conclusion that the beautiful and kind fox lady she knew could never be the fox in the stake house!
No way!
The animal inside was so horrible that she listened no longer, and, stepping cautiously a little distance away, she jumped for her life.