Grey silently looked at the fox. It was small, but it had the fiercest expression on its face:
"How will I be your master if I bow in front of you?"
"Well," the fox grew thoughtful for a moment and replied, "then you will be my slave."
"I refuse."
"Hmph! Puny mortal, this is not how you speak to me! If you weren't this charming… I wouldn't have even looked at you!" the fox said in a rather cute voice.
"Really?" Grey tilted his head, his pupils flashing with an unknown light.
"Really," the small fox replied, "so I want you to be with me, human."
"However, you're just a bronze-level grimoire. Why should I accept you?" Grey asked, his brows knitting together.
"Don't look at my tier, human! I have many different abilities that you might like," the fox replied, clearly provoked by Grey's doubting voice.
"Show them to me."
