Chapter: 52
His eyes moved around, sometimes looking at the distant mountains and forests, sometimes looking at the orange-red clouds in the sky, and sometimes observing the weeds outside the house.

Suddenly, Lumian's gaze froze.

He saw a larger bird parked on an elm tree not far away.

The bird's beak is pointed, its face is like a cat's, its brown feathers are dotted with fine spots, and the whites of its brown eyes are paired with black eyes, making it look very energetic.

This is an owl.

It seemed to be looking at Lumian.

that owl?

The owl from Witcher lore?

Thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind like lightning, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen in an instant.

At this moment, he was more terrified than seeing the monster with three faces.

After all, this is reality, and the ruins are a dream.

Even if you die in a dream, you will die in reality, and there is still a layer of separation psychologically.

"what to do?

"Will it implicate Auror?

"..."

When Lumian tried his best to think of countermeasures, the owl didn't do anything else, just looked at him quietly, as if doing some kind of inspection.

After a few seconds, the owl spread its wings and flew up towards the distant forest.

On the way, it glided down and disappeared somewhere in the village of Kordu.

Lumian didn't recover until he could no longer see the owl.

He sat down on the chair and raised his hand to touch his forehead.

It was dripping with sweat.

"Is it really that owl in wizarding legends?

"It really lived for so many years?

"Anyway, it's not the same as other owls, its eyes are not dull, it's more like a human...

"If it's that owl, why did it fly out of my window because I wanted to investigate that wizard legend? But we've given up...

"It looked at me like this for a few moments and then left...

"I don't know if it will come again in the future, or if it will affect Auror..."

Because nothing happened for the time being, Lumian wanted to observe for a few more days, but considering that Auror might be involved, he felt that he couldn't hide his sister.

After leaving the room, seeing that Aurora hadn't woken up yet, he went down to the first floor and made breakfast, all of which were his sister's favorite:

Soft-boiled omelette, icing pancakes, plain toast with jam...