A Devi-Bear died and needed to be resurrected. Knowing that any distraction during such a delicate task would result in a disastrous body swap, he tried to focus his mind, but ultimately failed to stop his thoughts. His soul has now been swapped with the Devi-Bear's.

He was led in front of the princess by the other Devi-Bears before he knew it.

Seeing how every single Devi-Bear being groomed looked so happy, he momentarily held his breath in tension. Then, the princess began to brush my—no, my Devi-Bear body's—fur. Perhaps because it was a Devi-Bear's body, it reacted so intensely to a simple brushing. Or perhaps it was just the joy of the princess holding his body and grooming him.