"Are those-Flügel?"
"No, they're flightless chickens."
Morien emerged from the overlapping doors carrying a bundle of wings, a group of dejected Flügel trailing behind him.
Watching from where he had been waiting, Riku found the scene rather unreal.
He had seen the Flügel's Heavenly Strike just now, too.
It had worried him a little. He feared the leader humanity had only just pledged allegiance to that morning would be slain by the Flügel that afternoon.
After all, the Flügel were a race capable of killing gods.
But when he saw Morien return with a whole line of-flightless chickens-Riku relaxed.
Now he was profoundly grateful that he had made up his mind to bring Morien back to camp.
What else was there to say?
The Royal Insect was fucking awesome.
He quickly walked up to Morien.
"Hmm?" Morien looked up at him.
"What is it?"
Riku glanced down at the grass beneath his feet.
"Mr. Morien, may I ask this Phantasma's name?" Riku asked.
Living on her back without even knowing her name would be terribly rude.
Morien nodded slightly at the question and replied.
"Her name is Wish."
"Wish, huh?"
Riku smiled.
"That's a lovely name."
"Right? I think it's lovely, too." Morien nodded in satisfaction.
In social situations, praising children to their parents was a relatively tactful, easily accepted form of flattery. Ultimately, it amounted to praising the parents for raising them well.
That probably worked on Morien, too.
At least, that was what Riku had thought at first.
Later, however, he realized that although this approach did work, Morien was probably just happy for his children. If someone actually praised him personally, he hardly seemed to care.
"Then, Mr. Morien." Riku glanced back before continuing, "What should we call the first-city we're about to establish?"
He had originally