There were three moons hanging in the sky, one of which was larger, reflecting the light, and Cecia could even see the craters and mountains on it, and the other two might not seem as obvious as the nearest one because of their distance, or they might be small in themselves, and the smallest or farthest one looked like a disk.

Cecia stood quietly, and beside her, there was a newborn little monster, which was produced by a pet led by De, and this pet reminded her of the dogs on Earth, which were also domesticated from wild wolves.

This little monster should be of the same nature, or rather, it can be regarded as a dog domesticated by humans on this planet.

"It's Marta."

She looked up and saw Marse standing silently behind her.

"Its name?" She looked down.

"No, it, and them, are all Marta."

"Race?" Cecia looked at the little monster, which had shrunk into a ball by this time, and leaned against her.

"Well, they're called Marta, and we're used to calling Marta, and they're our only companions."

"I see." Cecia looked at Marta leaning against her, though she had shrunk into a ball, and she noticed that not far away, there were three Martas watching from afar.

Cecia knew they were looking at the one at her feet.

"Can I hold it?"

"Marta doesn't trust anyone else, including us, and it seems that Samael approves of you, and so do they."

Sammael...

Cecia couldn't help but turn her head and look at the darkness in the distance, which looked more like mountains in the moonlight.

If it weren't for Marse's pointing, it was Samael, and she wouldn't have been connected to what had happened to her during the day.

Samael's huge body, in the moonlight, still looked like a mountain with a jungle.

She didn't know why suddenly Marseille and De would think that Samael had accepted her because she had passed the rattan attack, could it be that she had a weapon in her hand, and she had a strategy to deal with it.

She felt as if she had arrived on a planet of the Barbarian Age, except that there was a real faith here.

Cecia turned her head, she looked at the little Marta monster on the ground, bent down, and carefully lifted it.

She saw that this Marta, who had eyes, and whose eyes were hidden by its fur, looked like the size of two small black rice peas, and was now looking at him without fear.

She also found that the limbs she saw from the outside were longer than expected, and its limbs were enough to support its body, but only two-thirds of it was protected by hair, and if it weren't for the fact that the hair would become hard when attacking, she might have thought about how to shave off the hair to see the real side of the monster.

Or rather.

It's a cute little monster.

Little Marta was not afraid of her, its hind legs stretched out, touching her arm, and Cecia felt as if her arm was being sucked in by something.

"You let go of your hand." Marcel said.

She looked at Little Marta's awkward posture, her front legs were swaying in the air, and she stretched out her hand while her other hand was under the distance from Little Marta, making a holding pose.

The moment she let go, little Marta's hind legs fully supported its entire body, and Cecia watched curiously as little Marta stood on top of her arms like this, her front legs still swaying in the air, but much slower than before, and it seemed to be looking for a point of support.

Little Marta's front legs slowly leaned against her body, eventually landing on Cecia's palm.

Then, it just fell upside down and began to move unhurriedly.

"Marta is a natural climber, and without them they can't go anywhere, only where they don't want to go." Marse's voice was filled with pride.

"I see." Cecia looked at Marta curiously, little Marta seemed to be the first time, her steps were very small, and at the same time it made strange noises, somewhat similar to hoarse sawing, for long periods of time and with short intervals in between.

"Is it afraid?" Cecia reached out and tried to grab little Marta.

"You don't have to touch it, it's a part of it." Marcel said. "Every little Marta will be pushed to a high place by her three parents, and only in this way will it have its own experience."

"Three?" Cecia looked at the three martas not far away.

"Yes, two fathers and one mother." Marcel explained. "They will also have three offspring, but they will only exchange their mothers with other martas so that they can have stronger offspring."

"Then why is this the only one?"

"This is the first father, the others have not yet been born, but it is almost over, and today should be the birth of the second father."

"Born so big?"

"Normal, right? That's because you've never seen a stealing beast, and you don't have a big brain, and you do something annoying. Marcel looked at little Marta had reached Cecia's waist, this awkward position of neither high nor low, little Marta was still making a frightened sound, and its physical strength seemed to have been exhausted. As soon as the stealing beast is born, it is not the same as before. ”

"What?" Cecia didn't understand.

"Stealing beasts! They're just the same! I've seen it with my own eyes, and they can give birth to one of them, slowly—" Marcel held out her hand, and she folded her hands together, and slowly parted them to the sides, "just like that, poof, it's two!" ”

Split-split.

Marcel was still talking. "We've rounded up the stealers, don't look at their small heads." Marcel clenched his fist and made a circle with his other hand. "They're fine, they're fast, they're good at stealth, and at first, it took a lot of effort to catch one."

"What's wrong with them?"

"What's wrong?" Marcel spoke strange language, at a surprisingly fast pace, and sounded harsh with her angry expression.

Certainly not a good word.

"It seems that some content still has to be voiced."

"It seems that you godless race, you have not come into contact with stealing beasts, and although their meat is delicious, their behavior is even more annoying." Marse took the little Marta, who had reached the ground, back to its three parents, and turned around. "Cecia, Samael is our patron saint, and we depend on it for our survival..."

Cecia was watching little Marta play mischievously with her parents, and she saw that the four little monsters suddenly stopped moving and looked in one direction, and little Marta was hiding behind one of them, who was probably his mother.

She pointed curiously, "It—" she looked at Marse.

Marse's face was frightened, and De also got out of their little tent and ran to Marse's side.

Cecia followed their direction as well.

She saw a bright light in Samael's direction, and the light was about to catch up with the light of the first moon, and Samael did not know when he stood up, and it blocked the light, but Cecia could see that there were countless creatures beating in Samael's sorrow, like fleas on Samael's back, forming a dense crowd to flock to the light.

"What's that?" As soon as Cecia finished speaking, she saw that the creatures seemed to be stopped, and they were motionless, and then Samael let out a roar of rage.

"Not good!" Marcel pulled Cecia and lay on the ground.

The sound followed, and the trees snapped, and not only the trees, but also all kinds of animals that had time to hide in the future were whipped away with their wails.

Cecia fought against the waves, she struggled to look up, and was met by a pitch-black tree of four or five people smashing towards her, she quickly lowered her head, only to hear the sound of the trees cracking behind her, she had to look behind her with a little ease, she could only see Marseille and De, around them, five martas erected sharp prickly hairs, protecting them, even the little Marte, in the middle of their heads, was not afraid to comb the hair on her body.

"Samael is!" Marcel's mind-reading skills were passed on to Cecia without hindrance.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, no one can mess with Samael unless it's another patronus."

As if in response to Marse, they heard another roar, very far away, but they sounded like thunder in the distance.

Immediately afterward, there was a crisp sound like pleasant music, which seemed to soothe Samael and the other patron saint.

"Great! It's Luan! ”

"Luan?"

"Well, Luan is the patron saint of another race, and we have only met once, with Luan, Samael's anger will be half gone!"

As he spoke, Samael's body slammed to the ground, shaking its head and snorting heavily.

Cecia looked at the source of the light, and she saw an oval aura, but in addition to that, she saw what was inside the aura.

She saw a feathered figure with three pairs of wings glowing softly, fighting the creatures in Samael's body.

That's Michael!

She spread her wings and flew swiftly towards the light!

That's her only exit! For the first time in her life, she was so eager to see her people, and for the first time in her life, she used mind-reading with all her might.

"Michael!"

Michael didn't react, and beside him, she clearly watched as the others struggled to deal with Samael's creature. The corpse of the creature had almost piled up in the oval light.

No! No!

Cecia looked at the light and seemed to have a tendency to shrink!

No! She's already at the top of her speed! She still has some way to go.

Suddenly, between her and the aura, a shadow suddenly appeared, and Samael stood between her and the aura.

She could clearly see Samar's huge eyes, which were dripping with blood, the color of which was gray-green, and Samael was looking at her quietly with his wounded eyes open.

In the distance, Luan's crisp cry sounded again.