Chapter 342
I was stronger than I had thought.
And I don’t just mean in terms of physical strength.
Just my presence alone seemed to intimidate people.
At first, I assumed griffons were fairly common in this world. After all, the fact that they managed to capture a young griffon like me implied there were enough of us around.
But I’d never actually seen another one.
When I overheard that the Church suffered major losses transporting me, I assumed I was being treated like a particularly dangerous wild beast. But the more I saw how people reacted to me, the more I realized that griffons in this world had far greater significance.
Sure, if a lion or a tiger appeared in front of someone, panic would be a natural reaction.
But in those eyes, you wouldn’t see admiration. Most people would either flee in fear, raise weapons in defense, or try to eliminate the beast before it attacked.
Yet the eyes of those who looked at me contained both the fear of danger and... a kind of reverence.
The same went for how they looked at Sylvia.
Imagine, for example, someone riding a lion or a tiger. People would probably stare in wonder and murmur admiration—“How incredible,” “Is that even possible?”—but even then, at best, they’d be treated as an exceptionally skilled animal trainer or circus performer.
But the way people looked at Sylvia after seeing her on my back... was completely different.