"Crows?"
"You actually didn't disappear along with that island."
Once Kroya got a clear look at the creatures in the air, he was a little surprised. He had thought the crows had vanished along with that strange cloud island.
Yet here they were, and they even dared approach his island?
They really weren't afraid of getting beaten up again.
To be fair, the first time they had tried to eat Kroya's sunflowers, the sunflowers had given them a thorough thrashing.
The second time, Kroya had mercilessly taken their Artificial Magic Tree.
They really had been rather unlucky.
That was how magical beasts were. When they saw something beneficial to them, they would risk their lives to eat it.
It was their nature, so there wasn't much to say about it.
"Did you come here to keep warm?"
He neither stopped them nor did anything else to interfere. He even concealed his magical aura a little, quietly watching the crows fly over.
They seemed to have spent far too long flying through the wind and snow. Ice crystals covered their feathers, making them look utterly pitiful.
As soon as they sensed the warmth of the flames here, they flew over almost impatiently.
Eventually, they landed on the branches of the Redflame Pines and began preening their feathers, playing and squabbling along the way.
Their caws were filled with joy.
Honestly, although they were pitch-black crows, they looked rather cute hopping about.
There hadn't been many magical beasts in this field to begin with. Now that some crows had suddenly arrived, it was as though a silent forest had come alive.
They added a splash of color.
They had clearly come here to escape the wind and snow-over a thousand fire-type magic plants grew in this one-mu plot, along with the light