The man with bright blonde hair approached the cabin with his subordinate. They seemed to be in no rush as they approached it.

“The horses aren't here.” Brother Leo said before sighing. He rubbed the middle of his temple and paused his footsteps. The exasperation on his face was evident to anyone with eyes.

“Don't be like that, brother Leo.” His subordinate said, trying to lighten his mood. “Perhaps they've finally remembered to place them in the stables.”

He turned to his subordinate and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Would you bet on it?”

His subordinate looked away from him and began scratching his head.

“Well…”

“I thought so.”

They continued walking and entered the cabin. It was empty. As usual.

“What do they even do that requires them to always be out? Are deers that fun to chase around!?” He shouted.

The other man had already begun scouring the room. He held a piece of paper in the air.

“I found the daily attendance sheet, sir.”

He walked over and gave it to him.

“Oh well, at least they-” He got a better look at the paper. “Oh for the love of- this is from yesterday!” He shouted before throwing the paper to the floor.

He went outside and lo and behold the attendance record for today was left in a window sill.

“Those useless little-! They've been gone since yesterday!?” Brother Leo was starting to become red in the face. “You!” He shouted at his subordinate.

“Yes, sir?” He said, sounding defeated.

“Find them immediately and tell them to report to the first floor of the dungeon in my quarters!”

“Yes, sir.” He immediately started jogging off.

“These useless bastards, now that I think about it, a woman was introduced to their group recently. The idiots better not be doing this to hide their activities from my eyes.”

He slammed the cabin’s door and headed into the forest himself to find these men.

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They both stared at the woman in front of them in wonder. If Tibaut didn't know any better he might have suspected she was a succubus.

“Friend of yours?” He asked while giving the woman before them a healthy stare

Agnes vehemently shook her head. “I don't even know what she is. Did we have another rexman in our ranks?” She asked the figure before them.

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They didn't respond and only stared at Tibaut blankly.

“(Hey, set your sights on some other guy, this one's taken!) But she doesn't have any feathers on her other than her wing. Plus I've never heard of one with wings on their back...”

“(What the hell’s a Rexman? Eh, that can wait.) So you're clueless about her too.”

“Yeah…” Agnes said. She held her head down in shame, feeling useless she couldn't provide the answer Tibaut wanted.

During this whole time, the strange woman had her eyes only focused on Tibaut. He was starting to feel awkward from her stares.

“So, uh, who are you?” He asked.

She simply tilted her head at him, staring at him blank-eyed. He walked over to her and tapped her shoulder.

“Um, hello?”

She continued looking into his face but gave no response.

“Hey Agnes, let's get moving, whatever she is, she doesn't seem dangerous. (I don't like the fact Agnes doesn't know what she is but I guess I should be glad it didn't end up causing a fight.)”

“R-right.”

They both left the room and continued to explore the dungeon. They also had a guest decide to follow them.

“Tibaut…” Agnes muttered when she turned around. The discomfort was etched on her face.

“I realise she's there too.” Tibaut calmly responded.

A few feet behind, the weird one-winged girl was following them. Tibaut stopped again and tried to communicate with her.

(“Alright, what about writing?”)

He looked around the floor and began gathering some dust together. Before Agnes could ask what he was doing, he used his finger to write a message in the dust.

“Can you understand this?”

The woman paid the writing on the floor no mind and continued staring at it. He pointed at it but her gaze wouldn't leave his face.

Thinking “Screw it,” he asked Agnes to write the message on his face and she quickly did so.

The pale woman did not react.

“She can't speak and can't read. She hasn't made a sound either. Wait, you said your lord was an angel right?” Tibaut asked.

Agnes nodded her head.

“Hmm, maybe she's one as well.” He suggested.

“Oh?” Agnes sounded intrigued by this idea. “Actually, I do remember the mention of our Lord's wings being stained black.” As Agnes thought about this her face grew paler and she began shivering. “Huh!? An angel here? N-no way!!” She shouted.

“Shhh” Tibaut said before placing his finger over her mouth. “What's the matter if it's an angel?”

“Well, uh, it's, uh, they're very strong.” She communicated while trying to calm herself down.

“How strong exactly?”

Agnes had leaned against a wall to calm herself down.

“I've heard one would have no problems wiping out a small state if it so decided.”

“One?”

She nodded her head.

“Shit, is she really that dangerous?” Tibaut asked, visibly showing worry himself. “I guess we should be glad she doesn't feel like doing any exercise.”

After hearing that unnerving fact, I'd be lying to say Tibaut enjoyed having her so close to them but he felt trying to shoo her away might make their situation substantially worse.

(“You know of all the things I expected to find in a dungeon, this wasn't one of them.”)

(“Hmph, you fool that isn't-”) Before the drake could finish, Tibaut heard growling coming from behind and Agnes stumbled to the floor in fright.

He quickly turned around to see the angel making the noise.

(“Please no.”)

She began baring her fangs and shouted at the top of her voice.

“YOU BASTARD!!!!!”