The Village Girl And the Fox Prince

Chapter 11 - Want to Know About You.

One sec.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Until a dozen seconds passed, Lynx remained unmoved in place. There was no sign the man would answer Hazel's question. Maybe still not find a suitable answer, or because it is difficult to string words so that Hazel will be easy to understand.

I don't know, but Hazel's sick of waiting. He knew Lynx was reluctant to be asked such a thing. Hazel tries to understand and decides to shut down this meaningless talk.

“T need to be answered. I asked because I heard people talk about fairy tales circulating. Coincidentally or not, they assume you are the real form of the fairyland,” said Hazel.

Blowing Lynx out. Don't know if he should be happy or feel like this is a threat. Realizing that it seems his presence in the human world has been sniffed.

“... Go home before sundown,” Hazel added before moving both her legs to waltz away.

Half Lynx turned around. “Where are you going?”

“Not your business. So do not follow me if you do not want to be arrested for making a riot with the form of your fox later,” to Hazel, put on the hood of his cloak and go through the sea of humans in front of him.

Missing. Not seen anymore. Hazel's figure has been fused with humans who are busy passing by. Lynx can't possibly catch up to him anymore. Even if it forced to chase, the girl would get angry.

“Let's think quietly, Lynx. You can just hide your identity until the real time comes,” the monologue to yourself.

In between her wide footsteps, Lynx continuously rubbed her face. Trying to convince that everything will be okay, but still the worries continue to envelop.

“I think the fairy tale about my country circulates among small children only, but it turns out the adults still believe it. Did I choose the wrong place to escape?” Lynx again breathed a sigh.

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“I chose this dark green fabric, Mistress,” broke Hazel after sorting and chose some fabric for her to buy.

“With this size and material, the price is quite expensive. Are you sure?”

Hazel knows that she's underrated here. Naturally, the shabby clothes Hazel was wearing must have made anyone doubt her.

“Sure. Give me a cloth with a material like this again, I want a dark brown color.” Hazel deliberately showed me the contents of her purse, there was a lot of money there.

The salesman gawked, and he hurried to pick up the cloths behind to give to Hazel. Let the girl choose her own.

After completing the transaction with the seller, Hazel's money was pretty drained. But it's okay, at least Hazel can keep her promise that will make clothes for Lynx.

The rest of his money was used to stop by a used bookstore, taking the initiative to buy a fairy tale book that he wanted. Arriving at the site of a fairly outdated collection of books, Hazel is confused by two choices.

“Between this book and that, which is the most correct? Because this story has two versions. Surely the contents are also different from the viewpoint of the different author,” asked Hazel with a confused look.

“Hey, young girl. It was just a fairy tale, there were obviously several versions. It is not history written in exact terms with facts and truths. Fairy tales for young children, and there is no real world,” said a man who sold the used books.

Hazel muttered in her heart, “Tch, she can think of it as just a fairy tale. But for me this is more than a fairy tale, because I have to find out the truth to answer my curiosity about Lynx.”

“I bought these two books.” Hazel took out two pieces of money from her wallet and left. Ignoring the busy salesman looked at him with a strange look.

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“She lives alone, a kara without anyone accompanying. Where did his parents go? I don't even know anything about him. Want to ask, but I know that he does not like to be disturbed about personal matters.”

“The first thing I heard from his mouth was about a sadness in his life. He said he didn't want to meet on a new morning. Is it that hard to be him? Really, I'm willing to be an ear to listen to all his complaints.”

“... If I were a fox that could never be human. Will he tell me his life? It's okay if it's about her sadness, I just want her to be more open to me.”

After saying that, Lynx laughed blankly while staring at the ceiling of the house. “Wait, who am I? I'm even just considered a bully by him. I shouldn't have demanded to want this and that. Already allowed to stay here I should be grateful.”

The twilight bed almost disappeared as the sun sank, barely visible anymore. And at the same time the main door of the house opened, showing Hazel just entering.

Hazel's gaze was immediately fixed on Lynx who was near the window. His sturdy body increasingly shrank, slowly transforming into a fox form along with the sunlight that had begun to highlight it.

This was the first time for him to see the change in form of the man. Very stunning. Hazel entered the world of magic, seeing for herself things like that with the naked eye.

Wfouf!

The bright orange-colored fox roared briefly. Her small body came out from her clothes that were strewn on the floor. Then move closer to Hazel.

His loud voice broke Hazel's daydream. Immediately he shook his head, again thinking that he was in the human world which is impossible if magic is real.

“What about your injuries? Come here, let me check.” Hazel put her luggage on the sofa, her body already crouched against Lynx.

Hazel painstakingly examined the bandages still attached to the fox's body. Look at one by one the wounds, and make sure that all the injuries do not get worse. You just need to change the bandage.

“I feel you are more attentive and caring when I become a fox,” Lynx chirps, making Hazel move backwards while glaring in surprise.

How not to be surprised, the heavy and hoarse voice stopped Hazel's heartbeat for a few seconds. Seeing that Lynx was speaking, Hazel still couldn't believe it.

Because yesterday, the man never spoke human language in the form of a fox. That's why Hazel thinks Lynx can't.

“Why?” Lynx tilts her head, confused.

“Ka-you can talk?”

“I have a mouth, of course I can speak,” said Lynx with the sound of a laugh typical of a ludicrous fox.

“That's not what I mean, stupid. You speak human language.” Hazel improved her sitting position, a little calmer from no longer being surprised.

“I'm a fox man. Of course I can use human language. What's wrong?”

Hazel patted her head slowly, shaking her head slowly. “Hah, come on, forget it.” His body slowly rose up, standing up to enter the room. Bringing the things he bought there.

“You want to leave me alone here?” Lynx put on a sad face before Hazel completely closed the door.

“I can't possibly bring a man into a room. Stay there, I'll change my clothes. We'll have dinner after I change your bandages later,” Hazel replied with an expressionless face.

But success makes Lynx prancing happy.

Not five minutes into Hazel's room, she was forced to come back because someone was knocking on her door. Lynx barked at Hazel's door, trying to tell her that someone was in front of her.

“Hei, Hazel! I know you're inside.”

“Quick out before I drag you forcibly from there!” he shouted even louder, from his voice this was a man.

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