The next day, the chill in early autumn was pressing, and it takes a coat to go out in the morning.

William came out of the room and saw a figure jumping in the flowers and plants in the garden.

Eagle eyes narrowed slightly, and the rich eyes locked on the figure. After seeing who it was, he took a step forward and stood on the veranda.

"What are you doing?"

The figure moving between flowers and plants stopped, raised head, and revealed a delicate face. The beautiful fox's eyes and tail were slightly glowing with a red tide, and the drizzle overflowed.

"Good morning, Master Seven."

William hangs his...