“Hello there dear.” Phil smiles, watching the woman who had the phantom hybrid, hiding under her cloak and he noticed the woman tense up. Her hand resting near her sword in case Phil tried to take the child from her.

“Hello sir.” She smiled cheerfully, looking at Phil with a strained smile on her face while tucking the child under her cloak closer. “May I help you?”

Phil chuckled softly, he knew Techno and Wilbur were somewhere behind him watching with careful eyes ready to jump in if anything happened that would go down hill. “No I just, your child, I couldn’t help but notice that they’re a phantom hybrid.”

The child tensed, reaching to their thigh and Phil could guess they had their own small knife there for protection, being a prophecy child being hunter down to be killed on something that had the possibility of not even being true was rough.

Phil knew, he was raising the other two, Techno and blood god, Wilbur the charm speaking siren, he was looking for the third boy, the baby boy.

“Yes, they are.” The lady said, hand moving to rest on her sword. “Problem?” She asked, her tone of the edge of no patience.

Phil shakes his head again. “Not at all, just thought my boys would like to meet them, since Y’know, prophecy children tend to stick together.” Phil resists the urge to laugh at the shocked looks between them both.

“Y-you’re, you.” The child spoke, amazed. “You’re the winged man, the one who’s being taking in the prophecy kids to protect them.” The woman looked down, and then back to Phil.

“You’re a smart little one.” He smiled. “Soul witch? Yes? That’s what they think will suit you when you’re older?”