The real beginning of raising her had started. No, calling it “raising” felt more like “parenting.”

Bathing her. Teaching her how to speak. Feeding her by hand.

On top of that, she constantly watched for opportunities to escape, and at times, even seemed to be plotting my demise. Not even the most troublesome children could compare to her.

But was it difficult?

‘Absolutely not.’

After all, foxes are cute. When something is cute, you can forgive anything. I finally understand why people become doting fathers.

“Yip!”

Rin barked at me.

After spending so much time together, I could roughly tell …