Chapter 130: Of Fox Tails, Loose Tongues, and a Sewing Machine That Finally Behaved
They both turned at the same time.
Vaelory nearly jumped out of her skin.
Standing in the doorway was a young fox demon—with two ash-colored tails that flicked lazily behind her. Her ears twitched, sharp and alert, matching eyes the color of pale amber. She looked young, perhaps not much older than Rin, dressed in a practical servant's outfit that had clearly been modified for comfort and movement rather than appearance.
But she was not alone.
Behind her, framed by the doorway like a deliberate sin, stood Seraphielle.
Vaelory's brain stalled for a solid second.
Seraphielle looked… excessive. Even by Seraphielle's standards.
