As the storm finally subsided, the forest began to stir from its tumultuous slumber, bathed in the soft, warm glow of sunlight breaking through the clouds. The once dark sky now scattered with beams of golden light filtered through the canopy, casting a gentle, inviting radiance across the rain-soaked landscape. The raindrops clinging to the leaves and branches sparkled like tiny jewels, reflecting the sunlight and creating a dazzling display that hinted at the storm's recent fury.

In a tranquil corner of the forest, at the edge of a small clearing, a serene scene unfolded beneath the slightly raised roots of a majestic tree. An ethereal figure sat with a calm, graceful presence, dressed in a delicate blue and white maid outfit. The outfit was both elegant and practical, with a blue bodice and white apron, the fabric clinging softly to her slender form. The outfit was detailed with lace and ribbons, adding a touch of charm and refinement to her appearance. Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her back, catching the light and shimmering softly. Her delicate fox-like downcasted ears, white and perfectly shaped, twitched slightly as they attuned to the forest's gentle sounds.

Her deep blue eyes, reflecting the serene calm of the moment, held a profound tranquility that contrasted with the storm's recent violence. The sunlight filtering through the trees highlighted her graceful demeanor, giving her an almost otherworldly glow.

Cradled in her lap was a young boy, around twelve years old, his silver hair damp and tousled from the rain. His clothes were tattered and worn, remnants of the struggle he had endured. His head rested gently on her shoulder, his face relaxed in sleep, while her left hand supported his back, holding him securely with a tender, protective care.

Her long, snowy-white tail, soft and plush, curled around them, adding an extra layer of warmth and comfort. It wrapped gently around the boy's side, enhancing the feeling of safety and coziness that surrounded him. The tail's fluffy texture provided a comforting cushion, making the peaceful moment between them even more intimate.

The sunlight filtering through the forest created a serene, almost magical atmosphere around them. The clearing, bathed in soft light, felt like a quiet sanctuary, a stark contrast to the storm's earlier rage. The ethereal figure in her blue and white maid clothes, holding the boy beneath the ancient tree, was a picture of calm and tranquility. In that moment, with the world around them quieted by the storm's departure, there was only the comforting presence of the forest and the deep, nurturing bond between them.

As if touching the petals of a delicate flower, she gently stroked his hair with her right hand. Her fingers moved with a tender, soothing rhythm, each motion a quiet gesture of comfort. Trails of tears glistened on her cheeks, tracing paths down her face and mingling with the remnants of the rain.

"Master..."

As if feeling the sudden wave of emotions, her downcasting fox-ears twitched ever so slightly and she slightly tightened her grip around her master while her cheeks flushed red after feeling hers master lips so close to hers face but the sight of single tear on her's master cheek and his emotions were enough for making her go through hell.

Suddenly, as if sensing a deep connection, she closed her eyes and pulled Kaito tightly against her chest, her embrace the tightest it had ever been. It was as though she was a mother reunited with her child after a thousand years of separation, holding him with a profound, all-encompassing warmth.

Kaito:

"...Nnnnnooooo... Mmmmaaaaaammmmmaaaaaaaa... No-oo-ooo..." he screamed, his voice raw and filled with a pain so deep it felt like his soul was being torn apart. He shouted with all his might, hoping against hope that she might hear him, that she might somehow return to him, to embrace him once more. He yearned for the warmth of her arms, the comforting presence of his family, the simple joy of sitting together during dinner, with her feeding him with her own hands.....

"Mmmmaaamm!!"Suddenly as if the bomb suddenly exploded in a soundless room, his voice echoed in the among the trees in the depth of the forest.

"Mmmmaaamm!!" The sound of his voice broke through the forest silence like a sudden explosion. His arms reached out towards the setting sun, tears streaming down his cheeks. The sharp pain in his eyes from the intensity of his cries made it hard to see, and he lowered his head, collapsing into her shoulders, still longing for her warmth even in his overwhelming sorrow.

After his outburst of grief, Kaito's senses slowly began to return. With his face buried against her shoulder, the once overwhelming numbness started to lift. He felt the warmth and softness surrounding him, a stark contrast to the cold and rain of moments before.

Her embrace was firm yet gentle, enveloping him in a protective tenderness. Her arms held him securely, providing a sense of safety that he had desperately needed. The steady rise and fall of her breathing beneath him was soothing, a rhythmic reminder of his sanctuary. Her long, snowy-white tail curled around them, adding an extra layer of comfort.

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Feeling this warmth, so reminiscent of his mother's embrace, Kaito stayed there for several moments. He remained in her arms, not wanting to wake up if it was a dream, savoring the comforting presence that felt like a fleeting escape from his pain.

Then, as his senses fully returned, Kaito became more aware of the warmth and softness surrounding him. The gentle brush of her tail, her hand tenderly rubbing his head, and the comforting pressure against his chest felt too real to be a dream. Slowly, he lifted his head, his vision gradually adjusting.

First, he saw the soft blue fabric of her clothes, then her long, graceful neck, and finally, her ethereal face framed by silver hair even prettier than his mother. But what struck him the most were the fox ears perched delicately on her head, twitching slightly as they attuned to his movements.

After a few moments, he managed to steady his racing thoughts.

"Who... who are you?"

He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty and fear.As soon as the words left his lips, her ears twitched slightly, and the corners of her mouth curved into a small, gentle smile. It was as if she had been waiting for him to ask, a reaction that hinted at a deep connection between them, one that Kaito was only beginning to understand.

"I..." She began to answer but hesitated, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Then, with an even warmer, more radiant smile, she said, "I can be whatever you need me to be...or simply your devoted servant, my Lord."

The words were still unclear to him. He repeated softly tilting his head, almost questioning, "My servant?".

As her hand gently rubbed his cheek, a small droplet of water on her fingertip twinkled in the sunlight. Kaito stared at it, feeling an odd sensation deep within him. 'What… What is this feeling? It's mine but… it's not mine.'

Seeing her face so close, Kaito felt a rush of warmth, almost as if he were overheating for a moment. Yet, there was also a distant, unfamiliar sensation, as if something was locked away in front of him—something he couldn't quite touch or understand, like trying to feel something cold with thick gloves.

Flowing in her own thoughts, she mused with a soft giggle, 'Hehehe... My master's body has certainly grown. It's responding so strongly to me… Hehe…' Her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and affection, savoring the closeness she felt with him. Each small movement, each breath he took, only heightened her awareness of their bond. But as her thoughts soared on the wings of these feelings, she grounded herself with a deep sense of resolve, reminding herself of the importance of her role. 'I'll do my best, My Lord… I want you to feel these emotions of yours… After all, they belong to you. And I… I belong to you too… and… and…'

"Ma..Master.." Her voice came out in a breathless whisper, her entire face flushing as red as a ripe tomato. Her breathing grew heavier, and warmth spread through her body, causing her to feel a rising heat that was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

Kaito, lost in his thoughts, was jolted back to reality by her soft, almost pained voice. "Is something th—"

As he looked at her, he noticed the intense flush on her face and the unusual warmth radiating from her body. Concerned, he tried to ask what was wrong, but before he could finish his sentence, she interrupted, her voice barely audible amidst her labored breathing.

"My… my tails… they're sensitive… Master."

Kaito blinked in confusion. His mind raced to understand her words, and as he became more aware of his surroundings, he felt something soft and fluffy in his hand. Slowly, he realized he had been stroking and squeezing her tail without even noticing.

"Oh—sorry, I'm really sor—"

He began to apologize, turning his head to see what his hand had been doing, only to find himself holding her tail, its plush texture now making perfect sense. But before he could finish his apology, she cut him off with a gentle, almost shy response.

"You don't need to, Master… It's just that… please be gentle… because it's sensitive…"

"…"

Her words hung in the air between them, leaving Kaito momentarily speechless. She didn't raise her head, embarrassed by her own admission, and the silence that followed felt like an eternity. As he stared at his own hand, still holding her tail, a look of disbelief crossed his face. He tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.

"What… what happened to… what happened to my hands?"

'Sigh… Master really doesn't feel these kinds of emotions.'

She sighed inwardly, realizing he really couldn't understand her meaning.Yet, with a gentle smile, she answered the question that had been troubling him, hoping to ease his confusion.

"It's been five years, my lord. Five years since you were last awake. While transferring to this world, your own essence adapting to the power of spiritual stones and the changes of this world of magic, starting from the time you were born, it took about 5 years and finally you have woken up, Master!"

Kaito stared at Eve, his disbelief evident. His mind, already reeling, struggled to process her words. Sensing his inner turmoil, she leaned in and embraced him tightly once again, her voice soft and soothing.

"Why don't you take a nap, Master? There's so much in this world to discover and understand… but for now, rest. Sweet dreams, My Lord… [Sleep]."

Her gentle words seemed to have a calming effect on him, and his mind, which had been in utter chaos, began to quiet. As he relaxed in her embrace, his thoughts started to drift, and sleep took hold of him.

Eve watched as he finally succumbed to the exhaustion, her arms wrapping around him protectively. She continued to hold him close, her eyes lingering on his face, her gaze softening as she whispered, almost to herself, "Sleep well, My Lord. There is so much ahead for us…" And as she gently stroked his hair, she couldn't help but glance at his lips, her heart pounding in her chest.

Yet, she remained still, as if standing guard over him, determined to ensure his rest was peaceful, even as her own feelings threatened to overflow.