TFCHTT 64

I became the young daughter-in-law of a ducal family that would be annihilated in ten years. In truth, this family harbors a secret—they are ‘fox beastfolk,’ a race of demonic hybrids. Once their identity is exposed, the temple will brand them as heretics and execute them! If the family is doomed, would I, their daughter-in-law, remain unscathed? My head would roll right alongside theirs… “This is unfair! I’m not beastfolk or anything—I’m just an ordinary human!” But running away immediately would be a crazy move. A powerless, penniless little girl escaping alone would only end up as a beggar at best. I need to use my knowledge of the original story to secure a fortune, siphon off money, and prepare my escape. I know their secret, but I have no intention of betraying them—not even a little! Even if my husband transforms into a fox and whimpers, I’ll pretend not to notice. Even if my father-in-law mysteriously disappears at regular intervals, I’ll act as if I’m completely oblivious. *** But then… Are they really demonic hybrids? “Well, we’re family, aren’t we? If this is what my dear daughter-in-law wants, of course we’ll do it.” “Wife… Can I hold your hand while we sleep tonight?” It’s not just blind affection—they all seem genuinely kind and innocent. My husband’s soft, fluffy fox paws linger in my mind. The thought of these people dying rips my heart apart… ‘This won’t do. I’ve grown too attached.’ I can’t bring myself to abandon them and run away alone. ‘…Fine. I don’t care about the original story anymore.’ Why should I care about the plot or the protagonist? I will protect my father-in-law and my husband. Let’s create a future where the so-called ‘heretical demon hybrids’ emerge victorious! *** “Wouldn’t it be better to dress up a little if you want to impress my daughter-in-law? You should get rid of those glasses too.” “Father, you’re saying that because you don’t know Railey’s tastes.” “Her tastes?” “I need to look as pitiful as possible… so she’ll never be able to leave me behind.” He flashed a fierce smile—one that had nothing pitiful about it, but instead carried the aura of a predator. It was the chilling presence of a beast—something he never revealed to his wife.