Brad has been a bird keeper since childhood. At first he watched his father who also had the same profession. As his father grew older, he took over his father's position. And now he is 45 years old.
When he was 20 years old, there were many pigeons or falcons that came to Windsor. Whether it was from the palace reporting the appearance of monsters on the roads leading to the capital or reports from knights sent to hunt black witches across the country.
However, when Windsor's next seed ascended to the position of Duke when he was 15 years old, all the doves seemed to die. He just took care, but no more letters came or went. And now Brad was tired of looking up at the sky.
"What is it?" His eyes narrowed to look west, a gray dot. Slowly it grew larger and larger and then Brad's eyes widened. "An eagle!" he said.
