The small pink-furred fox form was really convenient.
That was what Yae Miko thought.
At the very least, if she felt embarrassed, it wouldn't show on the surface.
How exactly had things developed into this situation?
She had clearly only come to eat some fried tofu…
Although she admitted that she had indeed felt a little lonely over the past five hundred years, turning into a child was really just to find some amusement from this little guy…
But the moment this little guy opened the door, the aroma of fried tofu combined with the sense of privacy created by the empty Kamisato Estate…
Yae Miko knew very well that she had fallen into a trap.
A strategy known as the honey trap.
A fake honey trap: JK, black stockings, slim waist, big chest, beautiful legs, white rich beauty saying she wants to get intimate with you.
A real honey trap: A girl who hugs you and says "You've already done very well" and feels like you are her entire world.
Attacking the heart was the strongest honey trap.
Yae Miko clearly knew that this was nothing more than a script the little guy had written for her, but the psychological trauma caused by five hundred years of loneliness made her unable to resist wanting to genuinely experience it.
If it was just experiencing it for a little while…
There shouldn't be any problem, right?
The feeling of elders who only existed in past memories, that leisurely childishness that didn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth, and that sense of daily life where one didn't need to use their brain and could live leisurely…
But it was also different from before…
Light novels, the old uncle, new delicious fried tofu…
She looked at herself, who had now transformed into human form.
It gave Miko the feeling that the time from five hundred years ago had connected with the present.
Ei…
But unfortunately, those friends had still left.
It would have been nice if they could have met this little guy too.
If Lady Kitsune Saiguu were here…
Then the development would probably be her getting into a fight with the old uncle?
Lady Kitsune Saiguu would probably say they could tease her a little, while the old uncle would hold the opposing opinion.
One side would say children were meant to be played with, while the other side would say she was still a child and needed to be pampered.
Thinking about that scene, it really was quite interesting…
Little Miko narrowed her eyes, fantasizing about another possibility.
But the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the time from five hundred years ago seemed increasingly out of reach.
At this moment, the old uncle placed his hand on the small fox's head.
Miko felt slightly displeased and planned to turn around and give this disrespectful little fox immortal a piece of her mind.
Did this little guy forget that although she currently looked like a small fox, she was actually the five-hundred-year-old elder youkai?
But upon sensing that plain, ordinary daily-life feeling, the little fox continued lying there.
Forget it, forget it. This little guy's mind was unexpectedly sharp. The moment she showed even a little bit of sad emotion, he would immediately comfort her.
Besides, turning into a small fox and indulging for a while was her own choice.
Mm. For now, she would just let the little guy's hand rest on her head and properly reminisce about the past while feeling melancholic about the present.
Mm…
Kitsune Saiguu, Torachiyo, Makoto…
Thinking about it, these past five hundred years had really been quite torturous…
Ei had created a Raiden Shogun and locked herself in a small dark room. She herself had become the only tall person who could rescue Ei…
Wait, speaking of which, the daily-life feeling in this little guy's Liyue Huangguo seemed to suit her quite well…
She was already so tired from thinking. Why not wait until the little guy finished writing Liyue Huangguo, then urge him to write a prequel autobiography of the Shura Anyakonsen-shou from five hundred years ago?
At this thought, the little fox's tail became lively and started scratching back and forth against the old uncle's stomach.