Chapter 337
But no matter what, I couldn’t bring myself to kill a person.
Killing someone with a griffon’s body meant tearing them apart with these talons and this beak.
And obviously, I would feel every bit of that. Talons were a given, but even the beak—though hard on the outside—felt like it had nerves connected inside.
So, I endured.
I was a griffon, after all. I figured if I could just hold out, the moment would eventually pass.
Because of that, they started calling me names—“coward,” “useless thing.”
“All this... just to bring back a piece of shit like you...!”
Your comrades died, did they?
I didn’t know the full story. I had no idea how griffons reproduced, but whether they stole a chick, an egg, or even a pregnant griffon, if they went out to steal one, then they should’ve been prepared for the consequences.
From what I overheard, griffons weren’t common creatures. Not that I read newspapers or anything—just bits of conversation I’d caught in passing.
They said they wanted to “induce magic.” What the hell? What kind of idiots thought an animal could use magic? Something that couldn’t even chant spells? Clearly, religious fanatics were so far gone they’d lost all sense of logic.
Then again, in fantasy settings, the religious types were rarely sane to begin with.