Reborn, I Raised My Half-Sister’s Black Fox into a Killing Machine

My half-sister brought back a little black fox she found in the hills behind the house and said she wanted to raise it in her chambers.

I warned her that wild creatures might be possessed by evil spirits, and that fox spirits were often seductive. I urged her to set the fox free.

But the black fox understood human speech, and so it held a grudge against me.

From that day on, dead mice and other filth would appear from time to time among my jewelry and makeup.

Then, when I brought my three-year-old younger brother to play in the courtyard, the fox took advantage of my distraction and clawed out one of his eyes.

Furious, I pulled out my hairpin and tried to stab it to death.

My half-sister held me back with all her strength, protecting the fox as it escaped the manor.

Six months later, on my wedding day,

I had just finished the wedding rites when a foul stench and the reek of blood filled the air.

I looked up to find countless eerie red eyes staring at me. The wedding hall had become a living hell.

At the head of them was a nine-tailed black fox, the very same one from that day.

It tore my family to pieces, leaving not a single intact corpse.

Before I could cry out, it bit through my neck.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my half-sister found the little black fox.