Kiluan walks all the way back to the woods, worried about the princess. Did that witch make a joke on him?
He lets out a curse. But how did that woman know? People of this world don't even know much about creatures like him. There's not even a single cockatrice present in this world.
Who was that witch's master?
"Why are these humans so confusing?" Kiluan grits his teeth as he makes his way through the woods. He can't fly because he can't risk revealing his true form to humans of this world. There's already a woman who knows that the blood of the cockatrices can add to a creature's life.
Every part of a cockatrice's body is priceless.
He halts in his track, putting his hand on the baulk of the tree. Memories of the war rush in his mind. Blood and slaughter. How many of his kind had died in that war? They lost too much.
Kiluan takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
