Castra felt that there must be a conspiracy theory involved there, but knowing that he's just a small fry, Castra cast aside those thoughts and delivered one final punch line—
"You're the most gorgeous bird I've ever seen! Even the phoenix can't compare!"
The crow's eyes instantly lit up and its cheeks flushed red, like a shy maiden.
"Caw! Caw! Caw! Good eyes, good eyes! This venerable is indeed better than that flashy fire chicken!"
Hmph! Let everyone see which fire bird is better— the chicken or him, the noble crow!
Castra's praise struck the crow's soft spot, so much so that it actually felt like pooping a lil bit.
The hypnosis effect was that good, but a pity, against an SSS-rank spirit, it only tickled a little.
And so, the crow dismissed the idea of pooping to honor the two-legged beast.
No no no, how could he let the two-legged beast praise him so easily?
Won't others look down on him? Hmph! No way!
