“Jacob… when are you going to stop killing?”

Othello said with such a graceful but firm voice that Jacob could not believe what he had seen. The bird.. turned into a human girl. The more of a reason to kill it…

“Jacob.. stop before it’s too late… please… stop.. stop before its too late…

And the girl herself disappeared with the winds…

I must be hallucinating.., Jacob thought as he shook his head and stopped killing… for the day.

As Othello flew away with Grandfather Wind, she thought deeply.

Jacob doesn’t look that bad….

But, she remembers that Jacob almost killed her if it wasn’t for Grandfather Wind.

A end to this… a end…

Othello flew higher and higher… trying to think of a way to end this… and she found the greatest Love master, Love….

“The Great Love Master, please listen to my request. I want a soothing potion. A potion for memory loss or a potion that could make one person bow before me. Please, help me!”