Sparkling Flying Cat curled itself into a ball inside the wooden cabin, but the cramped space still failed to give it enough security. Its body trembled without stop.
The higher Storm Cloud Finch's cries rose, the harder its body shook.
Even though Moistening Duck kept calling its name outside, Sparkling Flying Cat did not dare raise its head or open the wooden door.
It remembered this flock of Storm Cloud Finches.
That had been one afternoon a few days ago. It had found some delicious fruit no one wanted in the wilderness and was about to feast when this flock of Storm Cloud Finches spotted it.
Just like now, they had beaten their wings fiercely and made loud, piercing cries, like a swarm of bees enraged because their hive had been stolen.
To defend the fruit in its paws, Sparkling Flying Cat had chosen to fight back.
And so, its body had gained many wounds.
At the thought of it, Sparkling Flying Cat felt the injured spots throbbing faintly with pain again. It buried its head even lower, huddling in the corner and shivering.
"Quack, quack, quack!"
Moistening Duck's cries for help continued to ring through the farm. Suddenly, a figure shot out from a pitch-black hole. Ironhead Kid landed on the ground with a calm expression and looked around.
When it saw Storm Cloud Finches rushing one after another toward the Luminous Fruit Tree, and saw Moistening Duck attacking them, it flew into a rage.
Before the Farm Owner had left, he had specifically instructed it to protect the farm.
At the thought that it was about to betray the Farm Owner's trust, Ironhead Kid, usually steady and composed, could no longer restrain the fury in its heart. Cold light flickered continuously in its icy eyes, while the blades