“Yes, Your Majesty. It is a three-legged crow. Hold on, but… how do you know about that?” Quandt asked, surprised that Siegfried knew about the mythical beast.0

“Ah, I don’t really have any connection with the mythical beast, but I do with this little guy,” Siegfried replied, summoning the Three-Legged Crow.0

“Kyaaaak! Caw! Caw!”0

Then, the entity that always picked up items on Siegfried’s behalf appeared and gracefully perched itself on his forearm.0

“What—?!” Quandt gasped.0

He had seen the dark bird before, always darting around to retrieve items for Siegfried, but he never realized it was actually the mythical beast—well, its apparition, at least. All he got was a brief glimpse of it in the past, and it was too fast for him to look at it properly.0

“T-That is the Three-Legged Crow?!”0

“It’s more like an illusion of it?” Siegfried replied. Then, he turned and asked, “Hey, you’re not the real thing, right?”0

“Caw! Caw!” 0

The bird let out a few cries as if responding to his question.0

“Wow… It may not be the real thing, but even seeing its apparition is a remarkable thing already. A spectral form of such a mythical creature must possess extraordinary abilities.”0

“Do you think so?”0

Siegfried scratched the back of his head, looking confused....0