Weirder birds? There were plenty of weird birds in the Dark Continent, but Tsukiko supposed that the spiky one that popped up was a particularly weird one. The alpha of the flock, perhaps? Its countenance certainly suggested that it was stronger than the average fatbird. But, well, ultimately, a bird was but a bird, definitely not a threat to a wagon guarded by adventurers. After a tense moment, the ink-haired girl leaned back once more, taking a peek at the book Ophene was reading.

[i]‘The Lily Garden and Tracts of Land’[/i]? Was the Pheran a gardener? That was a nice, useful hobby.

[b]“There’s no need to go after it,” [/b]the priestess said, crossing her legs, [b]“If the birds were just birds, it’s a waste of time. If the birds were scouts, it’s a waste of time. Ultimately, whatever’s attacking the wagons will come to us. Hunting the hunter is pointless, because the hunter will come to you.”

“And Ophene, you garden? Must confess that I wouldn’t have imagined that tilling soil and planting seeds was a popular pastime in the rest of the Caededril Republic, but I suppose tracts of land here will be particularly good for lily gardens.”
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