At the Northern Fort

Though his head caught on, he manages to creep through the iron fence and break into it. The grounds are huge and if you walk quickly, you're going to get lost.

I smelled humph and explored a place where people seemed. There are only military installations and a lot of manly smells. It's not like the sweet, sweet fragrance of my mother.

The path that people often pass was snowflake, so as they walked along it, they eventually went out to the land that they had flickered. It feels like a snowy athletic field.

I hid myself in the shadow of the building when I found a dozen people gathered around the corner of that athletic field.

And once again, let him peek softly in the face. They seem to be in sword training and are not even wearing these cold yet cold clothes. Some people will be working and other trained, so maybe it's some of the people living in this fortress who are here. There are too few people in this big building.

We all had swords in our hands, but only two of us at the center of the hedge are waving it.

"My hips are pulling. Don't think the knight will serve in that mood."

Saying that in a calm and harsh voice watching the two people we were meeting was a man who seemed to be a superior officer with a sharp vibe.

Tension rises slightly to a presence unfamiliar in previous life called "The Knight".

The man, who seemed to be a superior officer, had short, well-groomed gray hair with a stern look on his face. He's tall, muscular, and in stoic shape like a boxer. It only seems to have about 3 percent body fat.

But the most striking feature is the large scar on his face. On the left side of his face, from his forehead to around his jaw, there are straight scars like he was slashed with a sword, and his left eye is blocked because of it.

Observing the knight of the ship's eyes from the shadows, he suddenly looked back at us without any foretaste.

The distance is quite far away, and I didn't expect to be noticed, so the moment my eyes met, I pulled my body into the shadow of the building with a little hair upside down.

His right eye was shooting straight through me. I wonder how you noticed. Even though it hasn't moved or made any noise.

You mean you felt it with your gaze? Did you stare too casually?

There is no sign of him approaching. As always, the metal sounds of the sword and the bump of the sword, so the training should continue without anything.

After breathing and calming down a little, I thought it was time for another peek in my face...

─ ─ La, I was still watching.

The man with the eye was still looking at us!

At the same time as I just glanced at each other again, I flipped my body, Babun from the spot! And escaped. When you kick the ground, soft snow rises.

He proceeded for dozens of meters with his short legs properly rotating, turning the corner of the building to slow down. It's okay, nobody's coming after me.

I just took a ho breath and calmly thought I didn't have to run away from anything.

In the first place, I came in here to ask someone how to get to the king's capital. ─ ─ I can't speak the language. I still haven't solved the problem of how to ask the way.

Doesn't anything begin with not having contact with humans anyway? What do you do when you run away as close as you can see? I was human in my previous life. I know very well that people are not ferocious creatures. You don't have to run.

All right, and brave yourself to take one step.

But I found a few knights walking in the distance, and I wrapped my tail lightly and hid in the shadows of the outer stairs.

Mother...

Like you said, maybe I'm a little timid.

In fact, from what I see now, humans are amazingly big. It's pretty scary to see it up close.

Besides, I don't know how people in this world would react if they looked at me. They could get caught and killed, or they could peel off their fur.

Would anyone look at me, who looks just a white kid fox, and realize I'm a snow spirit? If you notice, what will the person do? I don't think anyone's attacking me......

In short, I'm afraid I can't predict how they'll react. Am I safer to just pretend to be a fox, or should I just let something like "inspiration” out? Hmm.

I was in the middle of serious trouble, but my honest body has been complaining of drowsiness since earlier. I moved today without even taking a nap, and my kids messed me up and it was tough.

It's evening, and we still have time before the sun goes down, but we'll sleep early.

I do one big yawn with a quack —— it looks like this, and I don't keep my mouth down and do cute yawns, etc. I peel my teeth and gums off and do it luxuriously --, I moved out of my way to find a bunk.

He looked around the grounds to avoid bowling with humans, and eventually decided to sleep behind the cavalier-like buildings. Not so much space, but a tall tree plants a bump. I'm sure in the spring, the lawn will show its face from under the pile of snow.

People rarely seem to get by, nor do they smell the marking of a wildcat or anything.

At the edge of this backyard there was a cabin that seemed half forgotten to exist, so I decided to put it to bed. Has the door broken, it's been removed and I don't see it.

It was narrow inside, about the size of whether an adult could lie down, and there were just a few shovels that I thought were for snowflakes. A little snow is blowing in because there are no doors, but nothing for me as hairy as this.

I went inside the cabin, circled my body and fell asleep on the floor.

If there is one thing that worries you, does it mean that you can see the whole inside of this cabin from the window on the ground floor of the quarters right next to you? I guess the entrance to this cabin and the window to the quarters are across the street.

But if the sun sets from now on, it will be dark outside. It gets dark in the cabin, too, and even if the guy in the room across the street looks out the window, I guess he doesn't see me.

I close my eyes and stick my legs in my dreams half the time, so make a proper prediction...... ZZZ......