“I’m sorry, Lady Iwitte… The air has been dry lately, so my scalp might have some static.”
Anna said calmly, pretending to be composed.
Iwitte didn’t respond.
She walked over to the coffee table alone, poured a glass of water, and wore a playful expression, her peripheral vision always lingering on Anna.
…
After dinner, Yelena personally cooked several dishes that evening.
Iwitte was very satisfied with the pizza Yelena made and hoped she would make it again next time.
Yelena smiled and agreed, but later she still felt a bit lightheaded from the smoke.
She couldn’t resist the drowsiness and transformed back into her little fox form, curling up directly on the single sofa by the fireplace.
Her black fur fluffed up and down, and her nine fox radish tails covered her like a blanket.
Her small fox ears twitched from time to time, and intermittent soft hums came from her mouth.
It was enough to melt anyone’s heart.
At that moment, Anna walked over carrying a plate of cut fruit.
Her footsteps were extremely light.
Stopping in front of the sofa, her eyes were completely fixated on Yelena’s fluffy tails.
The fox bloodline backlash brought not only a craze for poultry and other foods but also a strong desire to get close to her own kind, especially those of higher bloodline!
Anna felt an impulse to transform into her little fox form and snuggle up to Yelena.
But she didn’t want to expose herself yet…
‘So soft, I want to pet it.’
‘Maybe just a touch? She probably won’t wake up.’
A faint, unusual redness seeped into Anna’s pupils.
She put down the fruit plate, and her hands moved like disobedient mechanical arms.
Trembling, she reached out towards that pile of prime fox radishes.
But just as her hand was very close to the target,
“Where do you think you’re touching, Anna?”
A familiar female voice with a sense of oppression sounded behind her.
The red-haired sword saint had suddenly appeared beside Anna at some unknown time, and grabbed her wrist!
The force was strong.
Iwitte’s aura at this moment was like a lioness protecting her food, her eyes sending a warning to Anna.
What a joke! Yelena was her beloved now.
Even if Anna was her personal maid, there was no reason for her to suddenly show such a dangerous expression and reach out without regard for hierarchy.
Iwitte used to find Anna quite agreeable, but now she increasingly felt she was acting strange.
The maid from the hero party was a demon race spy. Could her own maid be one too?…
If she had been hiding it for two years without Iwitte noticing, then she really was a hidden master…
Iwitte didn’t dare to jump to conclusions about whether Anna was actually from the fox tribe.
But the Mira incident in the hero party had indeed made her cautious.
“What are you doing?”
Iwitte said in a low voice, afraid of waking the little one on the sofa.
Anna was jolted awake by Iwitte’s sudden counter.
Her wrist was squeezed red by Iwitte, but she stubbornly didn’t cry out.
“I…”
Anna’s “quick thinking” struck, and she suddenly closed the palm she had just extended.
“Catching a mosquito.”
“A mosquito?…”
Anna quickly withdrew her hand, even pretending to rub her fingers together as if squashing the mosquito.
Her excuse was full of holes.
Iwitte looked at Anna’s face again, seeing her flustered and evasive expression.
She looked guilty no matter how you looked at it.
“Oh.”
Iwitte released her hand, then unceremoniously pushed Anna aside.
She sat down on the edge of the sofa and pulled the little fox into her arms.
“There are no mosquitoes here now. Go do your work.”
Without another word, Anna put down the fruit plate and quickly slipped away.
Watching Anna’s back as she almost bumped into a corridor corner, Iwitte’s hostility turned into deep thought.
There was definitely something wrong.
Since Yelena appeared in the mansion, Anna had been much more attentive to Yelena’s affairs than to her own.
The pulse diagnosis, a profound Moon Tail family technique, and that habitual motion of scratching at nothing.
And just now, the expression on her face when she looked at Yelena’s fox form, almost drooling…
Iwitte also felt that it was time to talk to Yelena about these things.
…
Late at night, Yelena, after washing up, reverted to her human form and slipped into the warm bed.
“Ha~ I feel like I haven’t slept enough today. Am I entering hibernation mode?”
But before she could lie down flat, the door was pushed open a crack, and a familiar figure sat down on the head of the bed.
“Wow! So late, what do you want now?!”
Yelena was highly alert, clutching the blanket around herself, not giving Iwitte a chance to get into her bed.
“I have important information.”
While speaking, Iwitte untied the laces of her boots, revealing her feet wrapped in white knee-high socks.
The moment Iwitte took off her shoes, Yelena’s delicate nose caught a strong strange smell.
Their family head had been running around outside all day, reporting the Mira incident to the City Lord and the Adventurer’s Guild.
She had no time to change her shoes, so today marked their first liberation.
Iwitte’s flame mana had provided a fermentation effect for the enclosed footbed that had been sealed all day.
The smell was strong, to say the least.
Yelena’s mysophobia was about to act up.
“Ugh~ Get out of here! Wash up before you come back, especially your feet! Annoying!”
Fuming, Yelena pushed open the covers and kicked Iwitte off the bed.
She pointed at Iwitte’s boots and then at her feet, signaling for her to put on her shoes and get out.
“You’re even less hygienic than a guy! Get out! Remember to wash your feet ten times, or you’re not allowed in!”
Kicked off the bed, Iwitte’s butt hurt.
Then she sniffed the smell of her own boots.
Making a disgusted face, she immediately went out to wash up.
Still fuming in her boudoir, Yelena fetched a cloth and wiped down everywhere Iwitte had stepped, only then did she feel reassured enough to roll back under the covers.
…
After this brief interlude, Iwitte was again sleeping on the floor in Yelena’s boudoir.
Yelena burrowed in the covers and asked with irritation:
“What information is so urgent that it has to be discussed in the middle of the night?”
“It’s about Anna.”
Iwitte turned over, lying on her pillow, and began to report the day’s observations in a low voice.
From Anna scratching her head and grabbing air in the morning, to trying to molest the little fox’s fox radish in the afternoon.
In great detail and with solid reasoning, Iwitte not only recounted Anna’s strange behavior today but also offered reasonable explanations.
Yelena listened the whole time.
Although she thought Anna had no ill intent, she was still curious about the information regarding Anna.
She recalled how this morning Anna had blurted out that “extreme shyness reverse dispersion,” and yesterday how she had taken her pulse and lied to both her and Iwitte…
All the clues intertwined in Yelena’s mind.
“Could she be…”
Yelena’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
“One too?”
“Ten to one.”
Iwitte nodded, a hint of playfulness shining in her eyes.
“If it’s true, then her ability to hide for two years is truly impressive. We can’t let her off that easily!”
Hearing this, Yelena’s sleepiness vanished, and she became more and more engaged.
She took another set of bedding from the cabinet and proactively chose to snuggle with Iwitte.
The two of them in the bedding whispered for a long time, and then reached some kind of consensus.