At the Northern Fort

New green dazzles May.

Mount Snowlea is as bright white as ever, but the snow on the flats melted and late spring arrived around the northern fort.

It has been a little over three years since I was reincarnated into this world as a snow spirit. I am finally three years old.

I first came to the northern fort when I was a year old, and the first time I was able to be a person was when I was two, but I honestly feel like I haven't grown at all since then... And the appearance has hardly changed either.

Ordinary dogs and cats are already fine adults when it comes to being three years old, but I'm still as round as ever when I look like a fox, with a big head, short hands and feet, and I'm not convinced I'm a whole child.

I wish I was more shrewd like your mother!

And Mother, such a shrewd beautiful fox - speaking of Snow Spirit Snowlea,

Milfiria, it's time to wake up.

Gently woke me up today, devouring my slumber in the cave of my dwelling place.

I still don't want to wake up, I'm a little bit more gobbled up - and I whine in my heart and I hit my back and I snap my nose out of it. It was troublesome to sound and speak people's words, so reply with your nose.

But my mother, who was sweet to me but tough in education, said this as she rolled me at the tip of her nose.

"Come on, let's do a tree climbing special today."

"Huh?... kickup?

I was drooling, licking who, then staring at my mother blurry with my sleeping eyes.

But Motto's mother stopped pushing me off a cliff, but sometimes this is how I get special training.

On the other hand, I don't have the slightest idea that I want to be strong, so I can't help but hate special training. Because I was born as a spirit in the figure of a fox, I want to live more loosely.

I want to live with all my focus on sleeping, eating, and playing.

"Stand up, Milfilia. Come on."

I tried crawling perfectly on the ground, but my mother gently bites her neck and tries to get her out.

Though he sounded protests and desperately put his nails up on the ground, he was dragged away by the cheats.

"Mother, I feel kind of windy today! You can't climb a tree!

This is fortunate and offers to cancel the special training because the wind has just blown us out of the cave.

But my mother won't stop walking even though she's scared to say, "I don't have a choice." Terrible. I feel like a sinner being taken to jail.

What do you do when the Spirit of Snow is able to climb trees? I don't have to worry about not being able to do it for the rest of my life. I have nothing to do on the tree.

That's what I'd like to complain about, because I'm probably just going to end up scolding my mother for not wasting it.

"Wahoo, wahoo...!

And he rang with a tremendous whisper, showing weakness and willingness to defy.

Mother ignores.

Still persevering. Fluffy said, my mother stopped walking and let me down on the snow.

"That's not what I'm training for. I'm not worried about the rash. So adorable, so small, and so weak, I wonder if I can do it alone when my parents leave me in the future..."

My mother said softly with tears in her eyes.

No, no, no. I don't care if you're worried about nesting now, I think you're decades away. And even I'm getting older then, and I won't stay small forever.

I'm glad your mother loves you, but you're still worried.

- What a time I was thinking.

There was a strong wind and a piece of light brown paper fell in front of us.

Mother watched it to her surprise and turned into a human form. The Spirit, with her long silver hair and snowy white skin, is beautiful enough to keep an eye on her while my mother.

It is just a piece of paper that has fallen, but my mother sees it alert without taking it as garbage.

I also know what it's like to be alert because this is the first time I've ever known something like this to fly near the summit of a snowy mountain with no one to spare. It's a thick piece of paper, and even if it was wind wound up, would it come to the top of the mountain?

My mother picked up the paper that fell on the snow and turned to the surface.

They didn't see it from me being short, but it said something. When I followed the letter with my eyes, I creased between my brows and tore the paper apart.

"Mother? What's wrong?

I say wow, staring alternately at my mother with the paper flying apart in the wind.

"What was there?

"No, it's nothing"

Her mother made a low voice as she glanced at the sky.

Absolutely nothing, this.

Could that paper have been a letter someone deliberately flew toward my mother?

But who the hell did? Humans can't do that, can they?

"Hey, what did it say? Are you kidding me?"

I'm worried it might have written something that would hurt me.

Looking up at my mother as she walked around on the snow softly, my mother looked down at me and smiled slightly.

Don't worry about anything.

But with that said, I take a deep sigh next.

There's nothing wrong with Hilg at all.

Hilg is the name of Mr. Spirit of Fire, the father of Kugarg.

"'Mr. Spirit of Fire' is too much other manners," he told me his name, so these days I've been calling him Hilg Daddy, too.

Maybe the letter you just wrote was a love letter from Hilgdad.

It doesn't even seem like the kind of "love heart” that humans have, but it feels like Hilg's dad likes his mother, and he doesn't come here as often as Kugarg does, but he comes here every once in a while in the summer.

My mother always pushes me back because the combination of summer and the Spirit of Fire only sucks for the Spirit of Snow.

"Even though it's hot in the summer, it's hot in there. You can't join it until it's hot! Why do you always come in the summer?"

"Mount Snowlea in the winter is too cold to come and visit! Sorry! '

"Why should I be sorry for my frustration?" Nobody would have said they wanted me to come visit, etc!

I thought you missed me!

'Don't be an idiot!

It's like what kind of interaction I had last summer.

My mother is more or less angry when she is talking to Hilg Daddy. Hilgdad has a loud voice, and my mother screams in anger, and it's very noisy.

After I chased Hilg back Dad, my mother would start to breathe haha every time.

She doesn't seem to think it's very compatible over there, but her mother doesn't consistently break the rejection attitude.

If I could stay much closer, this one would weaken, so I wonder if I have any choice.

In that regard, it is reassuring that Kgarg is still young. Because I'm not in public as a spirit, so I'm not as enthusiastic as Mr. Spirit of Fire.

Besides, I feel better at regulating my powers than Mr. Spirit of Fire because he's with me a lot. I don't know if he's conscious or unconscious, but he's keeping the heat out of his body down properly.

Kugarg is a very considerate child.