Taira is Afraid?

High in the sky, a large nine tailed fox soared through the clouds with help from the large demonic wings jutting out from his back.

Nestled within his sea of white fur was a woman with a gorgeous and slender physique paired with a rather tranquil expression.

Flying through the air like this without a care in the world was truly one of the most freeing and relaxing things that she had ever done.

It was made so much more meaningful by the fact that nothing was required of her to be this happy.

Just by simply being, she was allowed to experience this.

It made her feel as though the more time she spent with him, the less she felt capable of understanding him.

"Taira, may I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Are you not fearful of the heroes at all..? Not worried about what it may mean to face them all together in battle?"

Despite being asked such a tense question, Taira gave a relatively unassuming and easygoing answer.