Rasilia opened the door. She knew the birds were clever, so she had no doubt.
But as soon as she opened the door, someone shouted.
“Who is it!”
“Ah,”
Rasilia stopped with her hand on the handle. The blue bird slipped through the slightly open door.
“Wait! You can’t go in there,”
“Eh?”
The blue bird had gone in, so she couldn’t run away on her own. With a sigh, Rasilia opened the door again, thinking of bringing the bird out.
“Who is it! Who is it!”
“Ah……,”
The one shouting ‘who is it’ was not a person.
It was a very large parrot. Where the parrot sat was an enormous birdcage, almost reaching the ceiling. The door of the birdcage was open so that the bird could move freely in and out.
And the birdcage was entirely made of tarnished gold. It was impossible to imagine how much gold was used.
“The bird… said you were the owner here?”
The blue bird nodded its small head.
Yes, here. Bird, lives.
“Aha……. Why do you live here?”
The parrot answered that question.
“Ahem! I am Shuraiden the First of Kirne Tower! The Duke Shuraiden!”
“Uh……?”
“You must greet the Duke! Greet now!”
The parrot flapped its wings and shouted noisily. Then the blue bird flew into the cage quickly and pecked the parrot’s head.
It seemed to mean to be quiet as it’s noisy.
Though the blue bird was small and the parrot was enormous, surprisingly, the parrot became docile.
Not only that, it slowly descended from the thick gold torch to the floor. The blue bird, which confidently occupied the torch, flew next to the oil jar and pecked at the oil to eat.
“Is it…… okay?”
Rasilia asked as she went in front of the cage.
Yes, yes.
“Why is this parrot so docile?”
Just bird, bird.
“You’re also a bird.”
We are not. We are different.
“How are you different?”
Different, different.
“So how are you different?”
We are different. Different.
“Hmm……. I guess that’s as far as we can go with the conversation.”
Although they were very clever birds, it seemed that they had limitations in expressing themselves with human language.
But that alone was astonishing enough.
“Who are you all…….?”
Rasilia stroked the blue bird’s head with her finger, and the bird closed its eyes and stretched its neck.
More, more. More, more.
It even burrowed into her palm as if asking to be petted more.
“You like people.”
No, no. Not people.
“You don’t like people?”
Yes. Don’t like, don’t like.
“So you like me, then?”
Yes, yes.
“It’s strange. Did he like the Empress? Then were they birds raised by the Empress? ……Ah, that’s probably not it.”
There was not a single birdlike object in the Empress’s room. The birds always flew in from outside, so they did not seem to have been touched by human hands.
“Do you know who I am?”
He asked, just in case.
Yes, yes. We know, we know.
“So you really know who I am?”
Yes, yes. Really, really.
It was unbelievable, but it did not feel like a lie.
Rasilia’s hand that was stroking the blue bird trembled slightly for a moment.
Perhaps these birds were the key. They could open the box that contained the answers to the strange events that had happened to her.
“So do you… know why I came here?”
The blue bird, which seemed pleased and had its eyes closed, opened its eyes at that moment.
The real one came, so he will wake up soon.
“He?”
He.
“Who is that?”
He.
With that, the blue bird soared up.
Call us, and we’ll come, come.
The blue bird that left the same message flew away somewhere.
“It’s more complicated now.”
Rasilia, who seemed to reach out to grab the blue bird, stopped her motion and made a disappointed face.
“Who is he? Who is coming?”
Anyway, according to the birds, this place was where no one came. She could be at ease until tomorrow morning.
In a room with no furniture like a bed or chair for humans, Rasilia comfortably sat on the floor and leaned against the wall.
“Ahem. I am Shraiden the 1st! Duke Shraiden greets you.”
A parrot that had been quietly shrugging its shoulders walked over to Rasilia’s side.
Rasilia giggled.
“You were asked to greet earlier, and now you’re offering greetings?”
“Ahem. I greet you.”
“Yes, hello. Nice to meet you. Thank you for letting me stay here, even though you must have been surprised when I suddenly came in.”
The parrot flapped the end of its wing in pleasure as Rasilia stroked its head.
“Ahem. It’s nothing. I am Shraiden the 1st! Breakfast will be fresh vegetables and peanuts! Every day at six o’clock sharp!”
“Six o’clock… that must be when someone comes.”
She had to hide and leave by that time. She thought she could roughly remember the way she followed the blue bird.
“So there’s about ten hours left. Let’s get along well until then, Duke.”
Rasilia smiled and spoke, and Shraiden the 1st nodded vigorously.
[This is the time separator]Rascal woke up about an hour later. An ordinary person would have slept for two days, but a body mixed with demonic blood was different from that of a human in many ways.
Upon waking, he immediately searched for the Empress. After hearing that she had returned to her room while he was asleep, he headed straight for the Empress’s palace without even gathering his shadow knights.
What awaited Rascal was an empty bedroom.
The guards assigned to the Empress’s palace knew nothing about where, when, or how she had gone.
She had simply vanished.
“……I can’t believe it.”
Serben mumbled as he hurriedly arrived.
Riyan clenched his fists as he scowled.
“Is she doing this again? Hasn’t she changed her mind?”
His fist seemed ready to strike anyone.
“This is no different from torture from her perspective! What on earth is she thinking……!”
Before Serben could cover Riyan’s mouth in surprise and look around at the guards,
Thump!
A sofa fell.
The armrest that had been perfectly attached to the singleseater sofa a moment ago was now torn off and held in Rascal’s hand.
“Find her.”
Rascal’s voice resonated softly in the Empress’s bedroom.
“Now, immediately.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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