Scaramouche has always led a hermit's life, a forgotten failed deity that no one even remembers, so why show up? In a gloomy forest, somewhere in the depths, where no healthy person will set foot, it is too dangerous. There have always been many rumors, secrets, and legends about this forest, and Scar is familiar with everyone, even by sight.

There was only one thing that brightened up all this gloom. He picked up this creature many centuries ago, thinking that it was just a wounded fox cub and in the end he would die in three days, but he never found an explanation for his actions. Well, now this is already a powerful and strong fox, who has become his faithful familiar and ... friend.

"You've grown up too fast. Just recently, you just ran and hunted spirits, and now you even stopped playing."

He gave you a calm, dispassionate look, trying to figure out at what point the kid, who didn't even know about his power before, is now walking around him and pretending to be an important person.