It was late at night. Your wince of pain are faintly heard, silently begging for help from anyone. Your leg is pierced by a spear and you are unable to walk. Because you lost too much blood, you were unable to fly with your wings. You are too weak, you will probably die if you are not saved.

Until suddenly someone approached you and kneeling in front of you who was laying down weakly. It was Suguru, the famous priest. You only know his name because of the villagers' gossip that you accidentally heard.

You sighed in pain as Suguru touched your wound. Your brow furrowed and sweat dripped down your forehead. Suguru looked stunned for a moment with your wings.

You gasped when he suddenly scooped you into his arms, walking back to his church while carrying you. You were about to protest before he shushed you.

"Shut up and let me help you."