Knight and Wand

Chapter 161 Nursery
Rushing through the alley at high speed, the anxious Larian arrived at the lord's backyard where the griffin had landed.

The Knight-Errant, who was worried about the safety of the ladies and everyone else, pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist and slammed open the gate in front of him.

But he rushed in with his sword in hand and took a look.

But he found Leon and others standing beside the giant beast and having a great time.

The Knight Ranger from Kantadar was stunned.

"Who is it? Stop!"

The guards immediately surrounded the stranger who suddenly broke into the courtyard.

Leon turned around when he heard the voice.

Seeing Larian suddenly running over, he quickly stopped the guards from driving him away: "Don't be nervous, this is my friend."

After saying that, Leon smiled at the Ranger Knight and said, "Sir Larian, are you worried that we are being attacked?"

Larian glanced at the beast still gnawing at the sheep, realized that he might have overreacted, and apologized quickly.

"Excuse me, Lord Leon. I heard a roar in the east and asked passers-by and learned that a monster 'attacked' your mansion, but now it seems to be a misunderstanding."

He looked at Leon leaning casually against the griffin, raised his eyebrows in surprise, but still loosened the handle of the knife that he had been holding tightly.

"This is not a monster. This lady is the real 'savior' of Selva. Without her help a few months ago, the people in this village and I would probably not be alive today." Leon explained.

"It's rare that you can live in harmony with such a terrifying creature." Larian looked at the huge adult griffin with an expression of both curiosity and inexplicable emotion.

"If you understand them, these big guys are not scary. Instead, I think they are cute." Leon patted the Death Claw behind him and smiled.

"Cute? Ha.ha. Maybe it's because of the different environment."

Larian forced a few dry laughs, looked at the griffin, and said helplessly: "In Kantardar, the griffin is a symbol of death and disaster. I really can't see how this legendary terrifying creature can be cute."

"Death and disaster?" Leon was stunned.

In the Kingdom of Serrian, the griffin is a symbol of holiness and auspiciousness.

In the Kingdom of Orland where we live today, although there is no filter given by the scriptures of the Holy Sun Church, in the eyes of people like Uncle Brian who know the existence of griffins, they are also neutral creatures that have nothing to do with humans.

Why did the situation suddenly change when we got to Kantadar?
Larian looked at the giant and explained to Leon, "Maybe it's a different species. In the legends of the south, these gods of death descended from the sky and harassed herders everywhere. Although they are rarely seen in Kantadar, I heard that the Uriah people further south are still harassed by them from time to time."

While the two were talking, little Goethe, who was put on the ground by Corvis to eat not far away, had already finished eating the leg of lamb clean while making a lot of noises. The whole leg bone was covered with scratches left by the little eagle's beak.

Olivia took a towel and wiped the blood off the griffin cub's sharp beak and claws.

The little griffin seemed to have recovered its mood. It waited obediently for Olivia to clean the stains on its beak and claws, then it lowered its head and pecked at its claws and limbs to comb its hair.

The griffin, which had already swallowed the whole fat sheep, saw that the child had finished eating, and couldn't help but move over impatiently.

Eating to calm the nerves seemed to be very effective, and this time little Goethe was not as frightened as he had been when he had just woken up.

Surrounded by his familiar family members at this moment, and with everyone being so close to the giant beast, the little guy at least understood that the other party would not hurt him.

The griffin cub chirped tentatively and lay on the ground. Its huge head, which had drooped again due to the deathclaw, retreated a little and hid at Corvis' feet.

The boy squatted down and comforted her patiently, then picked her up and handed her to little Goethe's real mother.

The giant beast's head once again pressed against the cub's body.

The slowly flowing magic once again resonated between each other.

Warmth, familiarity, intimacy, and love.
Little Goethe felt the connection engraved in his blood in a daze, and suddenly he realized something vaguely.

The big guy in front of me is my mother?

The cub cried softly.

Deathclaw responded gently.

Seeing that the little guy in his hand was no longer afraid, Corvis put it back on the ground.

With all four paws on the ground, the little griffin slowly crawled towards the big griffin, with which it shared a kinship.

However, after walking a few steps, it couldn't help but look back at Corvis who was squatting there, calling out to the close person who had been with it all day, and then ran back to the boy's feet.

In this little guy's head, it seems that he can't tell which one is his "mother".

Deathclaw looked at the blond boy that Little Goethe missed so much.

It blinked, as if it understood it all.

Leon, who was standing by, looked at the little griffin's hesitation and could not help but look at each other with Corvis.

He wouldn't mind returning the gryphon kit to Deathclaw.

But at the moment, it seems that little Goethe doesn't want to leave at all.
Just like that in the backyard with everyone watching.

Corvus tried to play with the little griffon around Deathclaw.

The big griffin doted on the child and lay down even lower, even lying on its side, allowing its child to climb on it and play. The little guy gradually became familiar with the smell of his mother, and with Corvis' company, he let go of his claws and playfully drilled under the giant wings.

This warm and strange scene lasted for a long time. Even the women and servants in the mansion could not help but open the windows and secretly watch this scene that they might never see in their lifetime.

The interaction between the griffin mother and son lasted until nearly noon when Deathclaw stood up again.

The big griffin cried at Leon, then backed away from the crowd and spread its huge wings that covered the sky, as if preparing to take off into the sky.

Little Goethe looked at his mother who was retreating away, with confusion in his eagle eyes.

But Leon could see that the Deathclaw didn't seem to intend to take its cub away.

"Are you leaving again?"

Leon came to the griffin with its wings spread, pointed at Goethe who was held by Corvis and asked, "Aren't you taking your child with you?"

Judging from the playfulness between Deathclaw and little Goethe just now, the griffin's terrifying giant claws are surprisingly nimble, and it should be no problem for it to hold Goethe and bring him back to the nest.

The Deathclaw barked again in response.

It cannot speak, but it expresses its meaning through actions.

The wings stirred up a strong wind, blowing everyone's hair into chaos.

The huge griffin flew into the blue sky, lifted by the flapping elemental lift.

In the roaring sound.

It left after all.

The soaring beast disappeared into the horizon, leaving only little Goethe in Corvis' arms, crying anxiously and reluctantly to his departing mother.

Leon put his hands on the pergola and watched the outline of the griffin gradually disappear in the distance.

what does this mean?
Entrust your child to foster care in Selva?

The brief griffin landing event ended, and everyone dispersed, thinking about what they had just seen and heard.

That day, after sending people to explain to the people that the griffin was harmless, the people began to discuss the giant beast after dinner.

The refugee camps in the west found it even more unbelievable that the lord of Selva had a terrible monster as a friend.

The commotion was so rousing that Lady Adelina even sent someone over to investigate.

The noisy daily routine ends.

Just when Leon thought the matter was over.

At noon the next day.

Selvane was filled with the commotion of villagers, the barking of dogs, the neighing of horses,
Followed by a dull thud as a heavy object fell into the lord's backyard.

The guard rushed into the hall and shouted to Leon, "Sir! That thing from yesterday is back again!"

"what?"

Putting down their lunch, the surprised Leon and others hurried to the backyard.

Only in the courtyard.

The body of a wild goat was thrown on the ground with its arms and legs spread out, its skin torn and flesh exposed.

Then look up at the sky.

The Death Claw, hovering at low altitude, cried out happily to the people below, then flapped its wings and flew away.

From then on, every now and then, precious game would fall from the sky in the backyard.
The Deathclaw would fly over every few days and drop off prey it had caught from nowhere.

Leon found that he no longer had to worry about the food expenses for little Goethe.

Even at home, we can occasionally take advantage of the little guy and have a taste of wild game. After all, a griffin cub cannot eat a whole cow or sheep right now, and there are no refrigerators to keep the food fresh, so it would be a waste if we don't eat it.

Sometimes, a deathclaw will simply drop its prey and walk away.

Sometimes, they would come down and call their cubs to spend a few moments with them.

Almost treating Leon's house as a nursery.

Gradually, even the villagers of Selva became numb to the giant creature that often visited the village.

There were even some curious and brave young men who, when they got the chance, climbed onto the surrounding roofs and looked out at the giant beast.

Unknowingly.

The rumor that Lord Selva kept a griffin spread quickly throughout the Thornflower Territory.

(End of this chapter)