Chapter 25:

When you heard those strange sounds for the first time, you thought it was just your own auditory hallucinations, but one after another and every time you saw the knights of the Lightwing Race at close range, you heard that strange conversation. You can't help but guess that this may have something to do with them.
It’s just that these messy sounds are too messy. It is really difficult to hear the specific content clearly. It is like dozens of chickens chucking and screaming in your mind at the same time. You can distinguish the difference between each chicken. How many do they scream?
No, you can't do it.
So even if you exhausted all your attention, you only heard a few indirect fragments such as the ‘presiding judge’, ‘eating melon’, and ‘don’t tuck my feathers’.
After you raised your head to look at the group of light-winged knights above, there was a brief commotion in the crowded group of bird people.
‘Wow, look, look, that super cute human female is also there. ’
‘Where is it? I take a look! ’
‘Why does she seem to have cried, is she bullied? ’
‘Too much, such a cute female is willing to bully. ’
‘That’s it! How about we go down and help her. ’
‘Agree 1. ’
‘Agree 2.’
‘Wait, the presiding judge is also down...’
Before the last word was finished, a few first birds rushed out of the bird crowd.
In the process of diving down, they uniformly removed the Mithril ear studs that you used to be a symbol of a bad boy. Along with the sudden increase of the body, several pairs of white wings stretched out from behind them. The poor high-ranking sword masters couldn't even make a move, and the light-winged knights who were suddenly rushed down fainted to the ground with a terrible pressure that was almost crushing.
Galluk who was about to take a shot: "..."
What happened to you?
The Lightwing Knights, who were preparing to do a big fight with several pairs of gorgeous wings spread out behind them, were also stunned.
‘Hobby! Carl! Siretta! You idiots, already told you that human beings are very fragile, and you actually unlocked half of the seal, 484 silly you! ’
"QAQ is none of my business, I only followed after watching Karl unlock half of the seal..."
"QAQ is nothing to do with me, I also follow Siretta..."
"QAQ me, my hand slipped..."
‘...’
"Gurulu..."
"Gurulu..."
"Gurulu..."
Three weird sounds came from the lightwing knights with the most wings behind them.
You were stunned, and looked at the cold, expressionless faces of the Light Wing Knights, and couldn't help but carefully glanced at their abdomen which kept making strange noises.
"Why do you consume so much energy every time you liberate the seal, so hungry and hungry..."
‘Forbearance, wait until you return to the station...Huh? What smells so good. ’
"I can smell it too, it feels delicious..."
You suddenly discovered that the eyes of the light-winged knights who landed first on the ground are falling one after another in the basket you placed on the steps with cheese muffins and sugar cakes, and their eyes seem to be bright several times.
But they also seem to have discovered that the contents of this basket belong to you, so they turned their heads and stared at you.
You have an inexplicable illusion of being stared at by a few large canines who are so hungry but still trying to restrain the urge to pounce on them.
Biting your lip nervously, you slowly walk towards the basket placed on the steps and lift the lid to reveal the cheese muffins and sugar cakes with the remaining warmth inside.
Then you heard a sound similar to swallowing saliva.
"Excuse me... do you want to try it?"
After the words fell, you couldn't help but hold your breath and prepared to be rejected by others.
At the same time, you also want to take this opportunity to verify the guess in your mind just now.
Maybe the knights of the Lightwing Race are not as scary as the rumors?
The few people still stared at you blankly, without any action, and their indifferent eyes did not change.
...Sure enough, did you guess wrong?
You sighed slightly disappointed.
Then in the next instant, a hand reached under your nose and took a piece of the muffin you made.
You were stunned, and then you discovered that these Lightwing Knights lined up like kindergarten children. After one took one, they turned and left without being greedy.
In a short while, the full basket of muffins you made was wiped out, leaving only the last piece.
You are dumbfounded at once.
Actually... you really didn't plan to give them all, you originally wanted to save some for your sister and them to eat.
But they have almost taken it, and you are too embarrassed to ask the other party to get it back.
When the last figure came in front of you, you subconsciously spoke: "I'm sorry, there is no...Hey, Lord Galluch?"
The young presiding judge looked at you with a sharp and dissatisfied gaze, as if accusing them of why they all but he did not.
Obviously, the knights of the Lightwing Race didn't say a word during the whole process, but you realized that you seemed to be able to faintly guess their thoughts.
You really don’t understand the tastes of the Lightwing tribe. It’s clear that these sweets are more popular with human children and girls, but these tall and terrifying knights of the Lightwing tribe are actually holding sweets one by one. The cheese pancakes were delicious, and even the white halo on the top of the head turned into a matte color.
"Master Galluch, do you want to try too?" You asked cautiously and tentatively.
Hearing your inquiry, Garuch's indifferent expression finally softened a little, and he reached out and took the last piece of cheese muffin from your basket.
But isn't he wearing a helmet covering his face?
How does he eat?
Basically, except for the wings on the back, the light-wing tribes you have seen are almost the same as humans from the outside.
But you are really a little curious about this Lightwing Clan chief judge who wears a metal helmet all day long and never reveals his true face.
And wouldn't he feel dull and airtight if he wears this thing that doesn't even have a vent?
Will you be bored with pimples or prickly heat?
The more you think about it, the more bizarre you are, and the curiosity in your heart is hung up high.
You couldn't help but stare at his face, and your heartbeat became a little nervous.
Just when Galluk's hand holding the muffin was near his lips, you stared at him without blinking.
As a result, a faint meow pulled your consciousness back.
You immediately lowered your head and looked at the kittens who were pawing at the hem of your skirt.
It was also at this time that you suddenly remembered the female cat that had been shot by Alec before, and ignoring the exploration of Garuch's true face, quickly turned around and ran towards the injured female cat.
You crouched down and carefully checked the female cat's injuries. The small arrow happened only to shoot. It passed through its hind legs and lower abdomen, and did not hurt any fatal parts. Although the breathing is weak, there is hope that it can be saved.
It's just that the small arrow inserted into the female cat's body must be inserted first, otherwise it will bleed too much and die sooner or later.
But you are not a professional veterinarian and dare not draw arrows randomly. Otherwise, if the internal organs of the injured cat rupture and die in the process of drawing the arrows, you will not be able to save it even if you use healing techniques.
And in your mercenary group, one member is an experienced veterinarian.
You take off your coat, carefully wrap the injured female cat in it, and then turn your head towards Galluche and ask: "Master Gallucher, I will take this injured female cat to the vet now. Could you please take care of these kittens first?"
Seeing the eagerness and anxiety in your eyes, Galluk slowly nodded, "I see, you go."
You glanced at him gratefully, then stopped talking, gently hugged the wounded female cat, and rushed towards the mercenary group.
It wasn't until the girl's figure disappeared on the corner of the street that Garuch took his gaze back.
The Lightwing Knights who had eaten the muffins here also regained satisfaction.
‘Hey, the judge, why is that human female missing? ’
'she left. ’
‘Ah, what a pity, what she made is so delicious, we haven’t had time to thank her yet. ’
‘I will tell her. ’
"But I want to be in person..."
‘Sirita, I’ll change you to patrol outside the city today. ’
"Why, the presiding judge, I am obviously the day before yesterday..."
‘Any objection? ’
"..."