Goldie flies over the resort. There are not many visitors these days as summer has not come yet. On the balcony of a room full of the smell of sterilized water in the No.7 Villa, an old man with age spots on his face in a hospital gown is enjoying the sun. He sees Goldie flying past and a pleasantly surprised look rises on his face.

He picks up the phone beside him and dials a number with his hand trembling,

“Master, I have found what you call a fantastic beast… ...