“Kkyuung.”
“So cute.”
“Yip, yip, yip, yip, yip.”
At present, Gio was surrounded by fox kits.
“Children, please…! You mustn’t do that!”
“We’re sorry, Master…!”
And soon, the foxes who were their parents came rushing over.
“The little ones haven’t learned the language yet…!”
“It’s fine. They were cute.”
“Th-thank you.”
“It looks like you’ve gotten quite used to the work.”
“Ah, of course!”
Among the foxes who had run over was Rami, the chieftain of the fox tribe.
“We have kept the castle polished and in order so that we can serve you comfortably whenever you visit!”
Gio had once overhauled the place called the false world, turning it into an environment where living creatures could survive. And over the ninety-four years that followed, the tribes had each taken on their own roles and established a small nation.
It was practically Gio’s very own Demon King’s castle.
‘If a battle begins, I’ll drag them underground, though.’
As for this place, well.
‘Should I use it as a sort of deceptive trap?’
In the meantime, all the beasts had learned how to disguise themselves as humans. Gio did not think it mattered much, but because the being they served had a human form, they seemed to feel some sort of obligation to do so.
Among them, the fox tribe mainly served as attendants who decorated and cleaned every corner of the castle. The wolf tribe had become…