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Rostel raised his finger and pointed at the bird.

“Are you talking?”

It was my first time seeing a talking bird. Aren’t animals unable to speak in the first place?

As Rostel tilted his head in wonder, the bird began to flap its wings. She leaned forward to try to catch it as if it was trying to fly away. Then the body that was hanging precariously on her window fell down.

I closed my eyes in shock, but I felt no pain from my fallen body. When I slowly opened my eyes to see her strangeness, I saw that something was covering …