Perhaps it was the improved version of the Alert Spell that made Vier lose her presence as a creature, or maybe it was the magical particles dancing around her body.
The culprit that disturbed her rest, that bright-tailed raccoon squirrel, unprecedentedly moved its short limbs and hopped next to Vier.
The small figure on the ground was reflected in her amber-like crystal-clear eyes. She subconsciously reached out her hand, fingertips gently stroking the little creature's head.
Feeling the furry, delicate sensation coming from her fingertip, she suddenly recalled her previous encounter at the adventurer association, remembering that sharp silhouette.
Vier's breath suddenly halted, her heart seemed to be clenched by a cold hand.
"Bright-tailed raccoon squirrel..."
Her lips moved unconsciously muttering, thoughts quietly flowing.
This little creature with its bright fur was not considered well-known among ordinary people and only occasionally appeared on the market.
