Chapter 344
—I thought I was starting to get the hang of communication.
“What is your problem, seriously?”
This girl, Sylvia—over time, the more she spent with me, the more comfortable she got. Comfortable enough that she even dropped her formal speech.
I looked down at her from my usual spot, perched atop a soft, warm pile of hay.
“If you’re hungry, we feed you. You’ve got a cozy space. You’re not here against your will, right? If you’re living this comfortably, can’t you at least do one thing I ask?”
I snorted ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) without meaning to.
Okay, yes. I’m being housed here. Everything I eat is provided by the palace, and my comfort is maintained thanks to the people working here.
But I have ears. And I overhear things.
People talked about griffons—especially in front of me. A lot.
So I knew. They weren’t just keeping me around like some exotic pet.
I was a griffon—the mythical beast that symbolized both the Empire and its royal family, the Fangryphons. A creature so rare that most people had never even seen one, let alone tamed one.
That made the Empire, the only nation with a controllable griffon under the royal banner, look all the more special.