Cortis plucked a leaf and folded it into a cone, then picked up the bird’s eggs from the nest and placed them into it.

“Aye, Cortis, don’t take that!” Irina shook the tree. Cortis only had to move slightly and the tree would shake, but she didn’t even manage to budge it by a little.

With his tail curled around a tree branch, Cortis’s upper body dropped from above and faced Irina upside down, his long hair drifting in mid-air.

“No need to be scared. These are eggs from the short-wing bird. They generally don’t hatch. Moreover, they lay one egg per day. Even if you don’t eat it, they...