Chapter 550 - 377: Many Tales of the Small Town (1)
Malin’s story took a long time to tell, but surprisingly, all the girls listened very attentively. They focused on grasping all the content of the story and also expressed their understanding of why Malin could comprehend ancient scripts and languages—it was true that the abilities of the Sage Sequence included such capabilities. However, when it came to Malin’s ability to intervene in the past, the girls still maintained a very cautious optimism.
As Mages, Faye and Clovis had the most authority to speak. They warned Malin that if he truly could intervene in the past, he must think thrice before acting, no matter what.
Of course, Malin knew what they were thinking. A storm whipped up by butterfly wings was not an amusing existence; he understood this clearly and knew that acting rashly could lead to changes in history. Perhaps one of the girls could disappear because of it, maybe they wouldn’t even realize someone had vanished, but Malin would know.
Such pain... Malin could hardly imagine it.
After all, I am but a mortal, one who fears and hesitates.
With a sigh, Malin continued the story. As Mages, Faye and Clovis naturally marveled at the strength of artificial intelligence from the old times; Jessica and Matilda sighed about the warriors who fought and sacrificed their lives to mend the sky, as heard in Malin’s tales; Maya grieved over the shutdown of Katerina, as she could lose all her memories upon rebooting; and Lillim felt even more moved by Katerina — she was completely immersed in the story Malin told, touched by the artificial intelligence guarding its oath for eight millennia.
While the girls were immersed in sorrow, Malin began preparing dinner, starting with feeding. Backup Food and Spotty nearly jumped out of their skins at the sight of the falcon on Malin’s head, but the four cubs, sensing a familiar scent, eagerly scrambled up Malin’s trousers to play upon spotting the small bird.
The falcon was indifferent and flew up to a perch on top of the carriage.
Malin cut the deer meat, feeding chunks to Backup Food and Spotty. With food in their bellies, the two quickly understood—they were friends since they were all fed by the same master. After eating, Backup Food went back to sleep in the rear carriage, Spotty fed the cubs, and Malin cut the meat into smaller pieces to feed the falcon, who, now minimized in size, had a smaller appetite and was soon full from Malin’s feeding.
"I need to give you a name," Malin said.
The small head of the falcon tilted as it chirped at Malin.