Chapter 315
I decided to change the way I thought about the Gryphon.
Until now, I had assumed that no matter what orders I gave, it would interpret them however it pleased and act according to its own will. But after this incident, I realized that wasn’t entirely the case.
The Gryphon hated the people of the Holy Nation.
In fact, hatred might not even be a strong enough word. I wouldn’t be surprised if it despised them.
After all, the reason it was alone—without its family or its kind—was because of the Holy Nation.
Not only had they enslaved it with magic, but they had also abused it to the brink of death, weakening it so they could forcibly control its movements.
Ironically, that was also the very reason it had chosen to follow me.
In any case, with its eagle-like vision, there was no way it had failed to recognize the Holy Sword gleaming under the light.
It had likely recognized the distinct mannerisms and swordplay of the Holy Nation’s people as well.
And yet, despite all that, it had held back enough to leave some of them alive.
That alone proved remarkable restraint.
"This is a headache."