The courtyard was strewn with people sunning themselves in every possible position. If an ordinary person saw what was really going on in there, their entire worldview would probably collapse in an instant.
Everyone in the house with wings had come out to sun their feathers...
Of course, those without feathers were sunning other things. Qian Qian was airing out blankets, Lilina was drying her hair, and Little Pao Pao had caught a mouse and was making it sun its belly.
Viska was the most experienced among the winged bunch. She knew over sixteen hundred little tricks for feather care and had even developed a set of broadcast calisthenics for stretching wings. It seemed that, over her nearly hundred-million-year lifespan, the Rogue Goddess had spent hardly any years doing anything serious. Just how bored did she have to be to accumulate so much useless, ridiculous knowledge? But jokes aside, she had successfully bluffed every winged creature in the house with those bits of knowledge that sounded utterly insane to me, including Suigintou.
And half the people lying on the ground or hanging from the walls had actually pulled out little notebooks and were diligently taking notes!
Suigintou was lying on the grass nearby, imitating the others by spreading her wings as wide as possible. She tried her best to follow Viska's instructions and make sure every feather received an even amount of sunlight. Her expression was utterly focused, but unfortunately, she knew too few characters to take notes like everyone else. Still, she had her own solution: drawing. She turned Viska's explanations into a tangled mess of crooked lines that looked like meaningless children's doodles. Curious, I leaned over for a look, then held back for a long while before finally saying, "Is this a new recipe for KFC Spicy