"Rose, how about that one? The name was definitely... the ref bird."
"Okay!
In the direction pointed by Aria, Rosé flies at windy speeds.
Ahead there was the figure of a ref bird resting his feathers on a rock.
Not that it's a rare demon, but it boasts a lot of strength in the demon world.
Big enough body not to think of it as a bird.
Rosé's response to the raid is delayed because it is rarely attacked.
He started rambling as if to express that surprise, not knowing what had happened.
"... aria. What's Rose doing now?
"Nothing special. Have your legs ready for you. You guys don't have wings, do you?
"Right, thank you. Bats pull me because I'm already punished."
While Aria and Richt had a brief exchange.
By Rosé, the ref bird's kinship ends.
Flow work as if watching livestock dismantle.
The ref bird didn't seem to have the skill to exchange either.
Now we have secured the legs that carry the Richters.
Even with the three of us on board, Richter, Dorothy and Faelis, a ref bird of this size would be bearable enough.
"Whoa... I knew you were big"
"I've never had a size this big. If we were fighting, we might have had a hard time."
A ref bird that flew in front of us to get the Richters on board.
The force is so awesome that it retreats.
Even if they were dependent, no predator intimidation had been lost at all.
"Mr. Richter, get in first"
"Huh? Ah, ah."
When Richt rides first, prompted by Ferris, he turns his hand from behind in a perfectly sticky fashion.
You won't be shaken off without being so careful, but given the look on Faelice's face when she tried to say no, the word no didn't really come up.
"You can grab Mr. Dorothy, too."
"Ahaha, I guess I'll do that then"
Three people in a row for some reason, focusing on Faelice.
Now we're ready.
It still seems to be a range of errors for ref birds, so to speak of the weight for three.
Usually in a completely unwieldy motion, it slowly starts winging.
"Then let's go. Dorothy, do you know where it is?
"Of course. It's a little far, but I think these legs would be fine"
"Okay - you can't keep Richt freaked out by the dragon either. A little more prestigious."
Aria senses an unconcentrated Richter and puts in a sip once.
As a factor that I can't concentrate on, I have about 20% of the Faelice behind me to do with it, but I don't seem to be able to read that far.
"Mr. Richt."
"Hey, what? Faelice......?
"Eh heh."
To that smile.
Richt could only be confused.