God's Servant ( Og!Cale)

II. New Friend (1)

A pair of sardonyx eyes blinked slowly, trying to focus his sight on the notions of the furniture he was seeing.

Momentarily, he could recognize the room he occupied was of a wealthy noble. Seeing how he could find at least a tint of gold in almost any corner as he darted around.

'That brat from before, he's rich.'

He had no idea how long he passed out. His last memory was of a little boy with red hair. But, since he could feel his limbs and mana again, he assumed the child had looked after him well when he attended to his injuries.

He will make sure to give his gratitude later to the brat then.

Faintly, the fox recalled that after he came out of the forest, he heard a loud bang behind a large wall and saw a strange-coloured red tree sprouting from the ground.

'Tsh, what a pity. '

If he had not been depleted and injured, he might have been able to see the beautiful, bizarre tree up close.

His ears twitched as he sensed a human presence outside of the room. The fox glanced at the door without any interest before going on with his previous observation of the little noble's space.

'So many funny things, and just what he does with all those heaps of books?' he musingly thought after peering at the escritoire desk beside the shelves.

The desk looked messy, contrary to how neat the room was.

Maybe that benefactor of his was one of those diligent noble children? A goody two shoes, eh?

"Ho, I see that you're finally awake, Fox ."

Hearing someone's remarks made the fox finally turn his eyes to a not-very-old man in uniform holding several thick books in his hands.

"You have such quiet steps for an ordinary human." He casually replied as he stood on all fours, intending to stretch before yawning wide, clearly ignoring the man's presence, "And yes, I'm awake. Where's the brat?"

His body felt tired and a little lethargic. Maybe he lost consciousness longer than he thought. Good thing the brat has his silken bed so luxuriously soft that it almost made him want to go back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Ron quietly watched the fox's movements, now comfortably curled on the bed. His benign smile automatically widened when he slightly— just slightly felt ignored by the white fox.

Truthfully today was just another day for his young master to request books with specific information about Gods. So, Ron intended to take these books to the young master's room without expecting to see that the fox had regained consciousness.

"You have the eastern accent. I presumed you're from the fox tribe that went extinct hundreds of years ago, correct?"

Instead of answering the fox's inquiry about his charge's whereabouts, Ron interrogated the bundle of white furs on the bed with a rhetorical question as he walked towards the desk to put down the books he had brought in.

Hearing no response from the fox, Ron strode toward the door, intending to return to his young master's side.

But before he proceeded, the butler left with a short note which the fox once again blissfully ignored.

"I'll inform my young master about your waken."

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The benefactor, the fox, was looking for had been standing outside the room for a while after running from the dining room.