Chapter 71: Tailed Beast 

Inside the 30th Floor of an unconquered dungeon, two kilometers away from the abode of Michael and the others, I am currently watching over the unconscious monster that I'd healed a little while ago. 

The distance would give the house safety in case the monster went rampaging after waking up. Griffith's also by my side, ensuring the safety furthermore. 

I had already washed off the dirt and blood that had tainted its fur and now had a clear view of its whole body. All I can say is that there's more wondering than I expected. 

Shiny, silky furs of noble silver, like the dazzling moonlight basking the lonely dark side of the world. A turquoise tint painted the tips of its ears and tails as if a paintbrush had been dipped in a palette. 

When I said tails, it's really in plural form. The monster in front of me didn't have only one tail, but five bushy, fluffy fox tails. Just as I said, the sleeping monster is a very rare fox monster.