At the Northern Fort

When I was still Japanese in my previous life, I'd heard stories about urban legends like this.

Parents and children who tried to go shopping at the move. But in unfamiliar land, her mother was in trouble because she was lost in the way.

But at that time, I gave directions to the store to my son, who was not even five yet.

"You cross that signal over there to the right. I'm on this road."

Of course, this is the first time he's ever been to this land. You can't possibly know.

But in fact, the store I was looking for was exactly where the kid said it was.

Surprisingly, as he crossed the signal toward the store, the child said in a grown-up low voice, pounding.

"Me... in my last life, I crashed into a car here and I died"

Geez!!

And, in my previous life, I was scared to hear that story.

But now I can't stay scared. Because I'm in the same situation as the kid who comes out of that story.

─ ─ I mean, I was reborn with memories of my previous life.

Besides, I'm not human in this world.

In the eyes is a hand with meatballs attached to white fur. No, forelegs.

Peek into the frozen fountain that is spreading in front of you and reflect yourself on the ice.

"Kiyun......"

I spilled a sigh. How many times have I seen it? I'm not human.

Now I was a silver fox with the same color as snow. To be exact, it's rounder than a fox I know, and it's "fuzzy" around the neck like it's a collar wrap, and maybe 90% of the tail is hairy.

Rounded, the hairballs would look like they were falling off.

But maybe the reason I'm so refreshed is because where I live is Snow Mountain. This hair is like a natural coat. There was a blizzard on the icy mountain.

And the other reason I'm cold resistant is that I'm not just a fox.

According to the story of my mother in this world, our race is classified as the 'Spirit'. In other words, I was not even an animal, not a human being.

We seem to be the spirits of the snow who took the form of foxes, but I don't know much more about them.

My mother doesn't know I'm taking over memories from my previous life, so she doesn't talk too hard thinking I'm a child.

I am still young today and unfortunately cannot speak the same language as a human being.

No matter how hard you try, "kikun" sounds best.

"Kiyun......"

Second sigh of the day.

Sigh isn't even "ha". It's a "ki-yun." I hate to sound kind of stupid. I don't feel 'depressed'.

and then. I saw a small fish shadow in the fountain in front of me.

I stood pinned and eared, and descended upon that fountain with thick ice. I know that this puffy meatball of mine is too weak to break ice and catch fish etc.

But I can't stop nagging at my heart.

I died in my previous life at the age of eighteen, and lived about a year after I was reborn here further. In other words, the mental age should be close to twenty if we simply calculate it, but sometimes this is how we get to the body's age and animal habits.

Seeing things that move makes me want to chase them, make me unable to discipline myself.

Sometimes I was embarrassed to aim my tail without realizing it was my tail, and I was spinning around with it extended.

I followed the little fish moving around under the ice, and then I ran around. My legs slip with ice and fall at a rate of one every five steps. Even though he's in toddler shape and heavy on the head, and the way he runs is obscure.

The little fish was swimming quietly and brilliantly, as if to bruise me.

Fuck yeah, fuck yeah! I really want that fish.

When you're mean and you're scraping ice with your nails,

"What are you doing here, Milfilia?"

From behind, I heard Rin and a clear woman. Milfilia is my name in this world.

Looking back momentarily forgetting the presence of the small fish, a beautiful fox, wondering if he would be a meter tall, stared at this one with thin blue eyes.

It's my mother.

"Ki-yun!

He rings high and rushes over to his mother, sliding his head on its forelegs.

"It's time for the sun to set. I'm going back to my place, my darling."

Unlike me, my mother can speak the language. Will I be able to talk too if I grow up?

I chewed the root softly and my mother lifted me up. Walk over the hardened snow to the residence.

Our house is a cave near the top of this snow mountain. The snow doesn't blow in, so you don't have to worry about getting buried while you sleep.

My mother gently closed her eyes so as to concentrate as she proceeded to the back of the cave and put me on the ground.

Then, at the next moment, there was no longer a large white fox figure there, and instead stood an extinct beauty with clear skin.

The long glossy hair is silver, close to white, with a white fur collar wrap around his neck. That's not fox fur, is it?

He's wearing clothes that add a little Chinese essence to his Japanese kimono, and he has a bit of a flashy snowwoman vibe.

The chest of the kimono is wide open and a splendid valley is visible. My mother has a brilliant breast. I want you to inherit it it from me too.

Yes, she looked like her mother when she took the human form. Often he looks like a fox in front of me, but he will always be human in 'one time'.

That "one time" is when my mother goes down to the city where humans live.

"Milfilia, I need to talk to you for a second"

My mother spoke to me that way with a beautiful voice no different from when she looked like a fox.