Samael, who is said to have been one of the highest-ranking of the Seven Elders of the Feathered People, was suddenly expelled and never heard from again.

In this strange planet, the monster in front of him is actually called Samael, and on the other hand, it is actually the patron saint of the aborigines who are extremely dangerous in front of him.

Cecia looked at the two natives in front of her who were once again staring at her vigilantly, and because she casually asked how many Patronus there were, the other immediately raised their weapons again, wary of her.

She immediately realized that for this so-called patron saint, it seemed that they were the most sacrosanct.

"I'm from a race—" Checia looked at them cautiously, and she replied slowly with a mind-reading. There is no Patronus. ”

"Godless?"

"It's... Godless race. Cecia looked at them.

She said suddenly. "If this Samael is the one of our feather people, then I am not a godless race, but a god himself."

"What did you say?"

"I apologize for the offense just now." Cecia replied.

"No, you're apologizing for your ignorance." The man with the twin knives in his hand immediately said.

"I-"

"She doesn't have any ill will." The person who had been holding the longbow in his hand lowered the weapon in his hand, and he or she said in a calm tone.

For a moment, Cecia couldn't tell whether the other party was male or female.

"We can forgive you for your previous disrespect." The person holding the two knives in his hand, with the edge of the knife pointing downward.

It was a gesture of goodwill.

"You have a next behavior." The man plunged his twin knives into his waist pocket, "I'm absolutely sure I'll cut your throat." ”

"I'm a big believer in that." Cecia said silently.

Her wings are in her container, and she has already gathered all the energy needed for her wings in her body, and if there is an emergency, she is absolutely sure to deal with it.

It's just that the unsure thing she didn't know after dealing with it was that in front of her, she could deal with two people, including the pet behind her, but she didn't know anything about the hidden race after that.

"I can't fight an unsecured battle."

She spoke.

"Please don't speak your language." The man in front of him admonished. "Samael doesn't like people talking."

"It's... He... When was your patron saint? ”

"Samael has been our patron saint since ancient times." The man said respectfully. "You godless race because you don't live as long as we do, that is, you don't have the gods you want to dedicate."

"I—" Cecia thought for a moment, and she was very eager to say that she had been expelled because she had no faith.

"Samael is our patron saint, because of it, we will be prosperous and strong to survive now." The man with the twin knives turned and walked forward, as if he, or she, had enough trust in Cecia.

"My name is Cecia." Cecia introduced herself.

"Marse." The man in front of her said. "De, my soulmate."

"It's an honor to meet you." Cecia replied.

"We know you... Not an honor. Marsei didn't reply. The elders admonish us to keep our eyes open to the gods in all their reaches. ”

When she turned around, Cecia thought that the one named Marcel was a girl. "We can't see through you."

"Me too." Cecia replied.

"People of the godless race... Not eligible to discuss. Marcel walked silently ahead, her words leaving Cecia unanswered.

Marseille and De were driving the road ahead, and the five seemingly harmless pets were freely shuttling through the jungle on either side of them, and Cecia felt that the figures suddenly appeared in front of her, and then suddenly disappeared, leaving only the murky voice.

The three of them were silent, only De walked in front of them, chopping the plants that stood in front of them.

Cecia watched as the chopped plants made a metal-to-metal collision sound, and with that crisp sound, the black and hard dwarf plants shattered.

It's like glass.

Cecia tried to chop up the plants herself.

She couldn't do the same.

"You didn't get the hang of it." Marcel said suddenly, and she pulled out something like a small hammer from behind her, which Cecia had already noticed, but she didn't know what it was for.

"You try it with it." Marcel handed it to her.

"How do you use this thing?" Cecia took it, she held it in her hand, it looked like a small hammer, except that there was a stone at the top of the point... Or what it was, she didn't recognize at all, but at the bottom, it was a flat hammer.

"You just knock on that point." Marse explained in detail.

Cecia looked at Marse, puzzled, and with the strange hammer in her hand, she struck at the pointed pillar-like plant that Marcel was pointing at.

The plant, like a fragile glass object, shattered with the sound of clattering. Marse continued. "You try the bottom again."

Marse said, pointing to a tree with rattan hanging not far away.

"It—" Cecia looked at the person in front of her with some trepidation.

"You use the bottom to knock the rattan sticks that come out of you." Marcel said. "If you're quick enough."

Marcel gave her a hard push.

Cecia's body rushed forward, still holding the strange hammer in her hand, and as soon as she stepped into the range, she saw that the vines of the tree all shrank back as quickly as if they were reacting.

She was a little stunned, but at the same time she saw that the rattans, gathered together in an organized manner, were right above her head, slowly falling, stopping at a height of about a meter above her head, standing still.

Cecia took a step forward, the rattans moving silently.

No matter how she moved, the rattans were like the operating system in her body, running in sync, and there were no adverse reactions at all.

Even for Cecia, she felt that the rattan was a part of her body.

As soon as her thoughts were formed, the rattan slowly descended, fell, and stopped on her head, as if it had been inducted.

Cecia also noticed that the rattans, like cables, although they did not seem very far away, were not close, but those rattans were shining with colorful light at this time.

And she was in the midst of these rays at this time.

She didn't know what was going on, she looked around in confusion, the rattans, in the light from before, spread out in the center of a circle, wrapping around her head, she didn't know what the rattans had done.

At this time, Cecia was still wary of the rattans.

"Samael, I approve of you." The two aborigines, known as De and Marse, appeared out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Our Patronus has full trust in you." Marcel said. "These plants don't do you any harm."

Cecia looked at the familiar rattan on her head.

"They had done me harm before that." Cecia spoke.

"I don't understand why there are some things that you would respond with a voice." Marcel looked at her, but she didn't react in any way. "If we have the same way of communicating, why do we need to use voice?"

"Communication is not just... Through the mind. Cecia silently looked at the two natives in front of her. Although Samael trusted her, she still couldn't believe that the monster was her people.

She couldn't bear it, was the name Samael her clansman, or was it the monster?

A monster known as the Patron Saint.

Cecia had no idea what she was supposed to do. She had been mistakenly teleported to the wrong planet, and that planet had the names of the feathered people she had banished first.

Sammael... Cecia didn't know why, but she carefully pronounced the name, a name that, like an ancient spell, was mysterious and sacred.

"Samael!" Marseille and De stopped almost at the same time, they stood, their right hands clenched into fists, placed in the position of their hearts, facing the sun, and stared straight until the end of the ritual.

"Samael is our patron saint, and he is also the companion of righteousness."

"Righteousness?" Cecia asked, confused.

"She, our Mother of Light." Marse pointed to the sun in the sky, or, as they were called, the stars of their planet.

"Righteousness is our mother of light, her rise is the day of our rebirth, we will be reborn under her illumination every day, and the reason why we have the shell of our body is what she has given us."

Cecia looked at them, she really didn't know how to explain the effect of the stars on them, or if she didn't need to explain it at all.

"Samail, if it were not for it, we would not be able to enjoy the peace we have now."

Marcel spoke solemnly to Cecia, and she and De stopped, and on either side of them, the murmuring voice sounded swiftly forward until it was gone.

Then Cecia smelled a scent she hadn't smelled in a long time.

It's a way for people to replenish their energy.

Eating.

They eat differently than she does.

Human beings need to eat in a way that destroys other lifeforms, so as to absorb the energy of the body that is sacrificed, and absorb it, so as to convert it into its own energy. This is not the same as the way she transforms energy as a feathered person.

Cecia knew that no matter whether it was the same or not, she still couldn't look directly at the way humans converted energy.

Although she resisted this method in her heart, she could not help but turn her head to visit, and see the humans, handling the animals they had captured, peeling off the fur of those animals, and turning them to their own cold, and the meat, carefully cut off by humans, piece by piece, and the internal organs were specially treated, until all the people of the tribe were given a certain part of it.

Cecia suddenly realizes that no matter what planet it is, humanity is still a stubborn, bloodthirsty and raw savage population.