Somehow, a crow found its way into the royal court of Kazdel.
Some say he's a messenger of death who spreads chaos, brings down disasters, and causes plagues.
Others say he makes deals with the dead, using evil necromancy to torment the court's enemies.
Still others say he's a master strategist, able to make a fool of everyone with the smallest ill omen.
And yet...
Theresa says he's easy to take care of. A few glass marbles are all it takes to keep him happy.
Theresis says he's nothing but a walking disaster, cawing everywhere and making life miserable for the court's people.
W says he's got a bird for a brain. He'll fall into the same trap of rice in a bamboo basket three times a day.
Warfarin says he's a rare specimen, though it's a shame he never agrees to cooperate with her research.
Shining says he's a genius at forbidden sorcery, as long as nobody lets him sing it out with that voice.
Mudrock says he's a trustworthy senior, just a little too slow on the uptake in some ways.
In short, let's ask the bird himself:
"Leave me alone! I'll never get all this work done, caw!"
The Liberi boy, buried under files in the director's office and looking like he was cultivating immortality, shouted as he clutched his schedule and pocket watch.
A lighthearted (take note!) Arknights fanfic focused mainly on the Sarkaz royal court. I hope you'll give it a try.
