Blessed By A Yandere Goddess

"You cute little thing~!"

Sarael approached the pack. The foxes didn’t even seem surprised or frightened by her sudden appearance. In fact, they barely reacted when she crouched beside the largest one and began petting its face.

For some reason, they weren’t afraid of her.

"Well, not as much as my husband here, but you’re a close second!"

She said it while ruffling the fox’s head. But the moment Ronan got close, the foxes reacted at once.

All four of them snarled and bared their teeth at him. That didn’t last long. The instant they showed hostility,

the shadows stirred. Sarael’s expression darkened from playful affection to cold contempt, and rings of darkness formed around the foxes’ mouths, forcing them shut before they could snarl again.

"Bad little creatures."

She said it with the same gentle tone she’d used a moment ago, but the warmth was gone. The foxes whimpered, their ears flattening against their skulls as the shadow muzzles held firm.

"Sarael, they’re just animals."

"They were rude to you."

"They’re foxes. They don’t know any better."

She considered this for a moment. Then the shadow muzzles dissolved, but the foxes didn’t run away. They stayed completely still, still near Sarael.

And now, they didn’t even react to Ronan anymore.

"Don’t worry, they know better now~"

Sarael hummed, and Ronan wasn’t sure whether to be unnerved or not. Because she was right; they did know better.

They didn’t even react when Ronan tapped one on the head; it just looked at him like a domestic dog.

"Foxes, any reason you like them?"

"Well... your grandmother used to take care of them when they stumbled into her backyard. But some were bad apples and ate her poultry, and she prayed for me to take care of them."

Sarael then moved to another fox of roughly the same size, urging the two of them close together as she hugged them both at the same time.

"Naturally, I agreed. And I guess all that training made me like them."

Ronan didn’t expect such a casual answer. He’d expected something cosmic, like Sarael using foxes as divine messengers.

He had underestimated how much her grandmother actually influenced her.

But it also made sense. She was her last worshipper. It made sense she was influenced by the one person who kept talking to her for all these years.

Ronan crouched beside her, keeping a careful distance from the foxes. They still eyed him warily, but whatever Sarael had done, it stuck. Just four white foxes sitting in the snow like well-trained pets.

"So my grandmother had you playing pest control?"

"Pest control?"

"Getting rid of animals that caused problems."

Sarael nodded, her fingers still working through the thick white fur of the fox in her lap.

"She asked for protection over her animals. The foxes were hungry. I made them understand that her chickens were not food. After that, they started bringing her things instead."

"Grandma never mentioned she had a fox mafia."

"Mafia?"

"Never mind."

The sun climbed higher, and the snow reflected its light in a thousand directions. Sarael stayed firmly in the shadow of the pines, the foxes now curled around her like a living blanket.

One had draped itself across her feet. Another had claimed her lap. The remaining two flanked her side.

She looked absurdly content. More than she had since they’d entered the Frontier. More than she had in weeks, probably.

"Ronan."

"Yeah?"

"I think I understand something now."

Her voice was quieter than usual, less performative. Less like she was trying to be what he wanted and more like she was just... talking.

"When I was in that shrine, before you came, I wasn’t really thinking. I was just... there. Existing. Waiting for something I didn’t think would ever happen."

The fox in her lap yawned, and she scratched behind its ear.

"But your grandmother talked to me every night. Even when she was tired. Even when she was sick. She told me about her garden, about her grandchildren, about John."

"She talked about you, too. The boy who used to trace my symbol on his forehead before bed. She said you stopped believing when you got older, but she never blamed you. She said children grow up and forget things. That was how the world worked."

Ronan said nothing. The memory of his grandmother’s voice felt distant and close at the same time.

"When you crawled into the shrine, I recognized you. The last piece of the woman who kept me alive for all those years."

She finally looked up at him, her violet eyes catching the reflected light of the snow.

"Maybe that’s why I loved you right away. Because you were already family. Does that make sense?"

Ronan stared at her for a long moment. The foxes watched him with their dark eyes, waiting. As if Sarael was instinctively controlling them.

"Perfectly, actually."

Sarael smiled and returned her attention to the foxes. Ronan stayed where he was, his back against a pine tree, watching his goddess wife cuddle a pile of reformed animals in the middle of a frozen forest.

"So this is where the two of you ran off to."

Anastasia arrived, a gun in one hand and a stick in the other, which she dragged through the snow.

"What’s with the stick?"

Ronan asked.

Anastasia’s cheeks flushed pink. She looked embarrassed, but she couldn’t come up with an excuse that wouldn’t make her look even dumber.

"...I didn’t want to get lost, so I made a path."

But the moment she saw Sarael surrounded by friendly foxes, her priorities immediately changed.

Domestic animals were one thing. Friendly exotic animals were another entirely.

"Wait."

Sarael said, stopping Anastasia before she could step any closer.

A moment later, the shadows around the foxes curled inward. Sarael’s eyes flickered for a moment before returning to normal.

"Done. You can touch them now."

"H-huh? What in the world just happened?"

Anastasia looked at Ronan for answers.

"Think of it like animal training."

"Looked more like mind control to me..."

Still, Anastasia approached the foxes and began petting one. Ronan didn’t stop her.

This would be a good lesson for her later, once she got tired during their next round of exploring after nightfall.

The lesson? To take proper rest instead of being distracted by foxes.

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