Angele did not care that the girl had heard his words. He just opened the window and looked at the heavy rain. It splashed onto the window, and some of the rain drops wetted the surface of his clothes.
Suddenly, Angele heard bird twittering and wings shaking by the door.
A human-sized large white bird dropped down by the door, shaking the rain off its feathers. The bird looked like a white eagle with a red beak and slowly walked into the windmill. Its translucent beak looked like a ruby, and its black eyes were human-like.
The bird looked at the humans in the room after entering the windmill.
“The rain is heavy, and I have to stay here for a while. I hope you don’t mind, humans.”
The bird spoke Anmag, his voice steady and deep, and he sounded like a middle-aged man.
“You can stay as long as you want, it’s a public room, Handsome Eagle of Byrutium,” the girl in red said after stepping forward and bowing. The middle-aged man and the old woman also bowed to the eagle.
