Ep. 0
I heard a girl is crying as she wandered alone on the edge of the burning village.
As a matter of fact, the girl had no voice.
If she raised her voice, she would be noticed by her pursuers, that is, by us.
Only I, with my keen hearing, could hear her.
She tried to escape while shielding her burns from the heat and her throat from the smoke.
She gave me a look of despair as she realized that I had captured her.
Fear was in her eyes, but at the same time she expressed a fighting spirit that would resist me, her enemy, even to her last moment.
It would be less painful for her if I killed her at once, I thought.
I didn't think this young girl would survive if I pittied her.
Even if she survived, I knew that the disaster that had struck this village would spread to the place where the girl had arrived, creating further tragedy.
Despite knowing the right way, I turned my back on her.
When I looked back, I did not see her any more.
I could hear that she hadn't gotten far yet, but I opened the wings on my back and returned to the air to command the troops.
The girl's silent cry, filled with hatred hotter than the fire burning the village, seemed to have moved away to a distance that even my sensory ears and eyes could not catch.
