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Chapter 1107: Confrontation
Yoruha slept in utter stillness, curled within the silken folds of her chamber. Her breathing was soft, steady, unbothered by the chaos that the rest of the world always seemed to drown in.
Here, in the quiet corner of Quinlan’s stronghold she had claimed for herself, peace was law. She had chosen the location with care, ensuring it was far from the little devil child whose boundless energy had already tried sneaking into her naps too many times.
Back when Quinlan was out on the primordial trial and his wives left for long stretches to level up, the woman took it upon herself to protect the young dryad girl, feeling that although her elven helpers were dedicated to a fault, they were simply not strong enough.
So she took it upon herself to move closer to her tree, which had the unexpected effects of making her feel like she aged an extra million years, thanks to the girl’s energy reserves that refused to ever be depleted in a sharp contrast to her own, which never seemed to be full.
Now that they were finally back home, the foxkin woman relocated to a new home that was far enough from her tree that the evil spawn couldn’t bother her here.
She needed a long vacation.
Her plan had worked. For once, the fox was allowed to dream.
But then, her nose twitched. Her brow creased ever so slightly. A bad odor cut through her sleep. Her tail flicked with annoyance as she muttered in her sleep,
"I smell the foul stench of a nasty woman..."
Celeste, her ever-faithful maid, heard the words and reacted immediately. Her face was blank, her body tense. She rose from her seat in the corner, every muscle coiling with readiness. There were not many in this world her mistress would brand so disdainfully, especially not in her sleep. Fewer still who could force her master to feel disgust with scent alone.
And indeed, her deductions proved correct.
The illusions Yoruha had erected around their residence, layers upon layers, did not merely dissolve. They were not unwoven.
They were ripped apart.
Each layer tore like silk. What should have been seamless, invisible, and eternal was shattered. Such brutality in dismantling illusions was no casual feat; it demanded both monstrous skill and terrifying power.
And through the unraveling veil, the intruder finally appeared.
Violet eyes blazing like stars carved into flesh, katana in hand, its edge rippling with that same violet energy, was the woman Celeste had the displeasure of meeting multiple times in the past.
Black Fang.
The maid stepped forward without hesitation, her emotionless face betraying not the slightest expression of fear. If her master’s sanctum was threatened, she would throw her life at the invader without question, no matter the odds stacked against her.
But before she could so much as reach the threshold, a sound made her pause.
A rustle of fabric. The shift of nine lush tails. Yoruha sat up slowly in her bed with languid movements that made it look as if she believed that even gravity itself should wait for her to wake. She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hands, blinking away the haze of slumber.
And then, she opened them.
Her gaze narrowed to a slit, her lips twisted, and the most sour, vinegar-drenched expression imaginable pulled across her face. It was a look that could curdle milk and sour wine. ŗà𐌽Ǒ𝔟Ës̩
Only after savoring the sheer bitterness of the moment did she drag in a long, weary breath. It was the kind of sigh that carried the weight of a million years of tiresome existence.
"Oh, hell no."
Yoruha began rising to her feet after the exhausted sigh. She stretched her arms above her head, joints popping, and grumbled under her breath.
"Punished by the goddess, for what? For sleeping? For existing? For what exactly? I’ve even been helping the universe’s little wonder boy here and there... I even nannied his daughter...and this is the thanks I get."
Her bare feet touched the floor. She straightened, and the air around her thickened with the quiet menace of an ancient fox finally done with patience. Ominous purple light crackled in her pupils as she fixed her gaze on the intruder.
Yet... Black Fang did not strike.
Her katana was in her hands, violet energies rippling across the blade, but she held it low. Her stance was uncommitted.
Curiosity stirred Yoruha fully awake faster than any threat could have. Her expression twisted into sly amusement as she began circling the snake woman.
"What, fox got your tongue?" she drawled, head tilting. "You used to be so wild... Now you look as if you’re waiting to be allowed to fight."
Black Fang’s jaw tightened, her body trembling with suppressed fury, but still, no response.
The tension rose further and further, until footsteps thundered outside. Quinlan burst into the room with Vex, Seraphiel, and Kitsara at his heels, all breathless from the sprint.
"Please, don’t say anything rude, Lady Yoruha. Lady Black Fang promised not to cause problems in my home."
Yoruha blinked at him, surprised for just a heartbeat. Then her lips stretched, slow and lupine, into a grin that was far too sharp to be labeled normal.
"Young man~" she purred, voice dripping with delight, "are you saying that I can say anything I want, and so long as we’re inside the premises of your home, she won’t lash out?"
Her eyes gleamed as she sent Black Fang a victorious glare, already savoring the situation far too much. "Correction. She can’t lash out, isn’t that right?"
"No, that’s not at all what I told you." Quinlan groaned, rubbing his temple. "She can lash out; she just promised not to. You should know that it’s best not to test the limits of Lady Black Fang’s patience."
But his words fell on deaf ears. Literally.
Yoruha’s long white fox ears shimmered, dissolved into mist, and vanished from her head entirely. She smiled sweetly as if she hadn’t just made the most petty, obvious gesture imaginable.
Everyone stared.
The fox wiggled her fingers, all innocence.
"I can’t hear you~" she announced, far too pleased with herself.