The Northern Mad Dog Is Wagging Its Tail
Britia Lockhart believed she was completely normal. But she had a secret.
Her ability to see things that others weren’t supposed to see was the secret she hid from the world.
“Tell me why I had intense goosebumps running up my spine.”
“All I did was touch the Duke-nim’s tail!”
She wouldn’t have discovered the secret if she hadn’t cleaned Sig Turas rain soaked wet tail.
Then, did the mad dog from the north, who was rumored to rip monsters apart with his hands, realize?
Britia was bewildered and frightened by Sig.
But despite his menacing looks, his vigorous tail wagging really made him look cuter.
“I said I wanted to help you, but it’s a shame that I can’t even appreciate your cuteness, let alone help you.”
With his lips pursed, Sig murmured.
“… would you like to touch my tail?”