The villagers scattered about, picking up the feathers like Seiya had instructed. One of them floated to Kaeliyus where he stood, gazing in awe. He grabbed it, putting it into the pocket of his inner garment because he himself needed one to gain access.
After a while, the villagers rose, having finished picking up all the feathers.
"I do not yet have one, my Lord," a man said from the crowd.
"That is because there are people who picked up more than one," Seiya responded calmly. "I have counted all of you, including the children and those still asleep inside their homes, and I have released the amount of feathers corresponding to each one of you."
The villagers exchanged glances of confusion, murmurs rising. Kaeliyus, who stood aside, dug his hand into the inner pocket of his garment, aiming to bring out the feather he kept—thinking it was meant only for the villagers.
"I had counted you among as well," Seiya said, halting Kaeliyus. "I see, thank you my Lord."
