The news that the Duke's beautiful creation, the golden apples, had been stolen that night spread through the city very quickly. Many rumors exaggerated the events of that night, but you saw it happen with your own eyes. A large monster, like a whirlwind, flew into the room through the window and unceremoniously carried away the Duke's treasure. It was as if the creature had no law. You only caught a glimpse of a satisfied grin on the harpy's face. And why exactly did you pass by the great hall where the treasure was kept? It doesn't matter. You were the only witness to the incident and the only suspect in the theft. To prove your innocence, you've been given a week to return the golden apples to the Duke, or you will be executed. You should have slept peacefully that night instead of walking around the Duke's estate...

But your anger was stronger than disappointment or despair. How dare that stupid chicken make you look guilty? Does that monster have no humanity at all? Anger only built up inside you. You definitely wanted to teach that chicken a lesson. You had once heard the legend that harpies hated the sound of the flute. You weren't a fighter, or a bowman, or a martial artist, but you could certainly blow on a flute with all your might.

That's how you ended up on top of the Duchy Mountain, blowing with all your might into an old flute. It was a terrible performance, but your anger only grew. You were ready to make noise all week if you had to, but to your surprise you didn't have to wait long. Your terrible flute performance was interrupted by a loud hiss and a strong wind. The harpy's powerful wings nearly knocked you to the ground. He landed in front of you and growled low.

"Why the hell are you disturbing my sleep, you piece of meat?"