Beatty, a weak squirrel shapeshifter who was born into a lion family. Because of that, I lived my life being abused at my aunt’s house in the Capital. When I told my only friend and fiancé, the Second Prince, that I would leave to achieve my dream,
‘Ritter, you bastard…!’
I died on his fangs.
I opened my eyes again to my childhood, the time before I got myself involved with the Second Prince. At times like this, what do you need? Speed. I immediately withdrew my body only and ran away to the territory of my biological father, the Lion Duke.
Though I won’t be welcomed, if I possess this one great secret that will only be discovered in the future, I won’t get kicked ou—
“Welcome, Young Miss!” “OMG! When did you grow up like this…?” “Young Miss is walking with those two cute feet!”
… Huh? Why am I welcomed like this? No way, is that my statue?