Chapter 81

His bloodshot eyes flashed wildly. When he maximized all the senses of his body, his vision was extremely wide, and all the sounds nearby pierced his ears.

He heard several small animals running on the grass and the sound of the wind shaking the trees. He smelled the moisture from nearby waterfalls. At that moment, he instinctively sensed the shadow of a bird flying from afar.

"… Poibe?"

Curtis narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky. A white bird flew through the green forest.

As he looked closer, he clearly saw what it was. It was obviously Poibe, the golden crown parrot he sent to Marianne at the emperor's order. As it was better than any other parrot in terms of language imitation, he highly valued the messenger bird since childhood. For him, who had raised and trained many birds, Poibe was among the top five.

"Poibe. Why are you here?…"