The black pheasant, all black like that man's hair, fell down silently without crying. There was a note in a small backpack attached to its chest. He read the note as if he was used to it.
He opened his drowsy and detached eyes for a moment and then closed them again.
He jumped off the railing. Vivian sat naturally on his shoulder and then flew into the door of the cage in the room when he opened it. The little sparrow, which was pretending to be the cage's owner until Vivian returned, could not even escape. Its sharp claws were stuck in the sparrow's body.
Leaving Vivian behind, which was eating the sparrow, he left the room. While he was walking down the spacious staircase, he heard some noise at the hallway downstairs.
"Hey, Sir Curtis!"