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A fox does not possess people. Instead, a fox tells the lie that a person most wants to believe. That alone was enough. — “Ucham.” “What.” The fox looked around once and spoke quietly. “Do you... know that Guest hates you so much?” Ucham chuckled. “What are you talking about?” “No.” The fox smiled faintly. “It's not just hate.” “‘I'd be so much better off if you just weren't here.’” “...” Ucham's expression stiffened instantly. — This time, it was Guest. “Ucham was laughing at you.” “...What?” “He said, ‘That kid is just sensitive for no reason.’” Guest's hands slowly clenched into fists. — The fox did not stop. “Junbread, Guest says you're a burden.” “Babpul, Guest says he doesn't trust you.” “Ucham, Guest was talking behind your back,” and so on... It was all lies. But no one checked. Suspicion grew bit by bit, laughter vanished, and the looks they gave each other turned cold. Watching the scene from the end of the hallway, the fox smiled with satisfaction. “See.” “With just one lie.” “People fall apart so easily.”