"Yes, it's my win"
"... I'm here"
Spending their spare time, Bern and Richt enjoyed themselves in Trump, their only entertainment.
Richt, who did not know one rule, has managed to be promoted by his opponent by Bern's lucid explanation.
But.
There is no way that a freshly remembered Richter can beat Bern, who has lived by his brain.
Just wait for the sun to fall, repeating the same pattern of loss over and over again.
"It's another hour. It was surprisingly enjoyable."
"Oh, really..."
Bern looks comfortable, and he boxes the cards.
Richt, who had been made a sandbag of brains, was to match that sentiment with a look that seemed complicated.
"Um... right. Actually, at this time, I always take a bath... what should I do"
Bern suddenly began to mojimoji.
Apparently, you're worried about bathing.
Don't take a bath - and I have no authority to order Richt.
In the first place, that kind of answer is out of the question.
For demon foxes, tail care can also be called life.
Alongside eating and sleeping, it was an important act in my life.
"Uh... I'll wake Aria up, just give me a minute"
When Richt is slightly troubled, he comes to the decision to wake up the sleeping aria.
Protecting Bern's shame is a priority, even if he's in a slightly worse mood.
With Aria, there wouldn't be anything like being assassinated, at least.
"... hey, Aria -"
"- Gaw!"
"- Abou!?"
The moment Richt touched Aria.
He bit next to his finger at a speed that could be described as a reflex.
If it was just a few more centimeters to the side, it's definitely eaten away.
Sweat that conveys hiccups and cheeks.
Considering it was a hit, some fingers are supposed to be strong and not move either.
Is it instinct as a demon king?
This would be safe if they attacked you in your sleep.
"... what is it, Richt?"
Aria, unlike usual, was waking up patchy.
Until now, Aria's sleeping eyes are definitely closed.
What is going on with the structure of the Demon King's body - which Richt does not know, but having been touched by the body in his sleep would be a major factor.
So much so, they specialize in something called battle.
"Demon King...... I'm about to head to the bathroom now, would you like to join me...?
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I mean, I woke up."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you too, Mr. Richter."
Did Bern feel relieved, boffing his big tail out?
The tail of a demonic fox is three tails overlapping to create its shape.
Again, no matter how many times I look at it, it's beautiful.
It seems to represent a daily effort and Bern is also a proud face.
I have seen various beastmen, Richt, but so far the splendid ones have been quite rare.
Forget the assignment, too, and I'll be stuck with it.
"Richter won't come with us?
"Don't hesitate"
"Are you sure you don't want to come? I think it would be safer if we acted together..."
"It's okay, I'm really okay"
Richt continues to resist Bern and Aria's care.
No matter how sensible the proposal may be, I cannot accept this alone.
To Richt's attitude, Bern also seemed to have guessed something, and did nothing more to speak up for.
"Then go. Bern, show me around."
"- Hih! Wah, I get it..."
Aria is caught by Bern's tail and awaits guidance.
The road to that bathhouse is opened by slacking the books on the bookshelf.
Quite elaborately built hidden doors.
So that you can always take care of your tail - a bath built just for Bern.
Wouldn't it be safe to hide there the whole time?
The word, Richt swallowed it with water.