As you can see,
I've turned into a little white-haired fox girl,
or, more accurately, a young face with white hair.
The only way to turn back is to
save nine doomed romances from tragic endings.
But! I'm the reigning king of freeloading and slacking off.
Now that I've transformed, I don't even have to work. Why would I...?
Just this once: a story of martial arts and a healer.
Never again. An uncle and a young woman,
a hero and a chivalrous woman: I suppose that's fine.
A monk and a princess: one last time.
I can't help anymore. If I do, I'll turn back.
They're just stories about other people, after all.
I'm not stupid enough to turn back just to help them.
Whew.
