Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

"What an honest human, you are."

The silver-haired beautiful woman, who is a giant fox, caught me glancing at her body. What is she expecting if she wears that kind of outfit?

From what I can perceive, the only garment she is currently wearing is a sleeveless tunic that lengthens down to her thicc white thighs. She isn\'t wearing any undergarments, and her shape is noticeably revealed from her clothing.

This MILF is definitely pleasing to lay eyes on, but I cannot just disrespect her personal space and privacy.

One more thing: Azrael is here with us. I had commanded him to deactivate his Omnidirectional Perception but he can still see her with his eyes.

That is why I opened my Inventory and took something that could cover her up. I chose these because I thought they might fit well with her appearance.

"Before we can continue, can you please wear these?" I said, offering her some garments to wear.

"Oh. But are you sure you are giving me those?"

"It is fine. I have many of these anyway, so don\'t worry."

She thought for a while, then moved her hand forward. The woman had made her decision and ultimately accepted my offer.

"I cannot dress myself inappropriately in front of my benefactor, so I am gladly taking your hospitality, thank you."

"You\'re welcome, madam."

She took the garments from my hands and held them near her chest. Suddenly, the garments shone moderately and started to fade.

Once the garments completely disappeared, her white tunic is beginning to glow this time. Though vague and slow, I can see that her clothing is gradually altering its form and shape.

Wide, long sleeves beginning to extend from her shining garment.  After that, something like a skirt is forming and covering her lower body.

In just a matter of seconds after the garments ceased from glowing, her plain old white tunic has transformed into the garments that I handed over to her earlier. It is as gorgeous as I imagined.

"Thank you for providing me with these articles. They are new to my eyes but comfortable to wear."

"I am glad it suits your taste." I proudly said.

The fox woman is currently enveloped under my sewn articles, a white kimono that remarkably exposed her cleavage and coupled up with a red knee-length skirt.

She hasn\'t worn anything inside and is barefooted, but it is still more pleasing to the eyes than her plain tunic. I am planning on providing her underwear later.

Actually, that set is an outfit that I crafted to be worn by Mother in case I organize a roleplay one night. I also sewed the same for Mom and Sister.

I chose those garments because she resembled the kitsunes I often read in Japanese mythology.  That was why I provided her with a shrine maiden outfit, but with a shorter skirt, to make my work more suitable for a model.

As for how she was able to disappear and equip the outfit conveniently, I assumed that she cast the Pure Magic spell Level 9 Dematerialization to disintegrate the garments, then applied them to herself using Level 10 Creation.

Tailed Foxes are said to be intelligent creatures that humans could communicate with. But I did not expect that I could encounter one, and I am currently having a conversation with her.

"Now then..." she said with a mature voice, "shall we continue with what we put off earlier?"

"Of course, madam." I replied, then changed my tone seriously. "Excuse me, but do you have any name?"

I knew I already saw her stats and found she evidently doesn\'t have a name, but I proceeded to the etiquettes of conservation, though I had her change her clothes first.

But there is a good chance that she has at least a nickname or an epithet that her constituents used to address her by; she is a queen after all.

"You might know that I do not possess a name with your Appraisal skill since it is irrelevant to us monsters. You can call me whatever you want."

"Then I will call you madam for now. As you can see, my name is Raphael Raevender. You can call me Raphael. This is Azrael, and the griffon is Griffith."

"Good afternoon, madam."

"Skwah."

"I am very glad and grateful to meet you, Mr. Raphael. Hello there too, Mr. Azrael and Griffith."

(Ugh! Being called mister feeling me old...)

I muttered inwardly but held myself back from expressing it, and I went back to the topic.

"Ahem. May you state your business here? I assumed that you were not here to only express your gratitude, right?"

"Very well, I am genuinely grateful for your aid... and you are right that we have other intentions of coming here."

I have a gut feeling that this visit was not just to thank me for saving her daughter from danger, which was apparently true.

Given how she turned herself around to adapt with me, she must have other intentions up her sleeve.

"May I know what it is?"

"Well, you must have known that my daughter suffered a lot of injuries when you found her." I silently nodded before she continued. "Actually, it was caused by the claws of our mortal enemies, the wolves."

After she mentioned the wolves, her expressions grew darker, and she briefly gritted her teeth, as if she remembered the things that the wolves had done to her, to her daughter, and to her kind.

I don\'t know the whole story yet, but I could say that the foxes must have been on bad terms with the wolves. She wouldn\'t have to bear this level of grudge towards the wolves if they hadn\'t caused tragic misfortunes to the foxes.

"If you cannot open up comfortably, you don\'t have to force yourself, you know?"

"...I am very sorry for losing my cool, Mr. Raphael." She looked into my eyes with a smile. "You don\'t have to worry about me. Shall we continue?"

"Yes, if you will."