Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 328 - 328 160 Nursery

328: Chapter 160 Nursery 328: Chapter 160 Nursery Rushing footsteps dashed through the narrow alleys, and the worried Larian arrived at the Lord’s backyard where the Griffin had landed.

The Ranger Knight, concerned for the safety of the ladies and everyone else, held the hilt of his blade and violently pushed open the courtyard gate before him.

But when he charged in, sword at the ready,

He was surprised to find Leon and the others standing happily beside the huge beast.

The Ranger Knight from Kantadar was taken aback for a moment.

“Who goes there?

Halt!”

The guards immediately surrounded the stranger who had burst into the courtyard.

Leon, hearing the commotion, turned around.

Seeing the suddenly arrived Larian, he quickly stopped the guards from driving him away, “Don’t be alarmed, this is my friend.”

Having said that, Leon smiled at the Ranger Knight and said, “Lord Larian, were you worried that we were under attack?”

Larian glanced at the beast, still gnawing on a sheep, and realizing he might have overreacted, he hurriedly apologized.

“My apologies, Mr.

Leon, I heard a roar in the east and after inquiring with passersby, I understood that a ‘monster’ had ‘attacked’ your residence, but now it seems to be a misunderstanding.”

He looked at Leon, who was casually leaning against the Griffin, raised an eyebrow in surprise but still loosened the grip he had kept on his sword hilt.

“This is no monster, ma’am, this is the true ‘Savior’ of Selva.

Had it not been for its aid a few months ago, the people of this village and I might not have lived to see today,” Leon explained.

“To be able to get along so peacefully with such a fearsome creature is indeed…

rare,” Larian remarked as he assessed the massive adult Griffin, his expression a mix of wonder and inexplicable emotion.

“If you get to know them, these big fellows are actually not scary at all, in fact, I find them quite adorable,” Leon said with a chuckle, patting the Death Claw behind him.

“Adorable?

Ha…

Ha…

Perhaps it’s a matter of different environments…”

Larian forced a laugh, looking at the Griffin and added reluctantly, “In Kantadar, Griffins are symbols of death and disaster, I truly…

find it difficult to see the charm in such feared beings of legend.”

“Death and disaster?” Leon couldn’t help but be astonished.

In the Seryan Kingdom, Griffins were symbols of the sacred and auspicious.

Here in the current Orland Kingdom, despite the lack of the Holy Sun Church scriptures providing such a lens, to those like Uncle Brian who knew of the Griffins’ existence, they were also seen as neutral beings who kept to themselves and didn’t bother humans.

How could it be that in Kantadar, their representation had changed so drastically?

Larian, looking at the great beast, explained to Leon, “Perhaps it’s just a difference in species.

In the legends of the south, these skyfallen reapers wreak havoc upon herders.

In Kantadar, they are seldom seen, but I’ve heard that further south, Urians are still occasionally harried by them.”

As the two conversed, Little Gede, a short distance away, had finished eating the sheep leg given by Kovis and was calling out contentedly, the bone marked with scrapes from its beak.

Olivia took a cloth, cleaning the blood from the Griffin chick’s beak and talons.

The Little Griffin seemed to regain its composure as it quietly waited for Olivia to clean the stains from its beak and talons before contentedly bowing its head and pecking at its claws and underarms to groom its feathers.

The adult Griffin, having already swallowed the whole fatty sheep, noticed the chick finished with its meal and couldn’t wait to draw nearer.

Eating to settle its nerves seemed quite effective; Little Gede was no longer as frightened as earlier when it had just woken up.

Now surrounded by familiar family, and seeing everyone else so close to the large creature, this little one at least understood that the other wouldn’t harm it.

Chirping tentatively, the Griffin chick lay on the ground, and as the Death Claw lowered its huge head again, it retreated a step, seeking shelter by Kovis’s feet.

The youth squatted down and soothed the chick patiently, then lifted it up and handed it to its real mother.

The enormous head of the beast pressed close to the body of the chick once more.

The slowly circulating Magic Element resonated between them again.

Warmth, familiarity, affection, care…

Little Gede felt the connection that was etched in its blood and suddenly had a vague realization.

The huge creature in front of it…

was its mother?

The chick emitted a soft cry.

The Death Claw tenderly responded.

Seeing that the little one in his hands was no longer afraid, Kovis placed it back on the ground.

On all fours, the Little Griffin slowly crawled toward its kin, drawn by the familial resonance.

But after a few steps, it couldn’t help but look back at Kovis squatting on the ground, calling out to the familiar person who had accompanied it daily before running back to the youth’s feet.

In its little head, it seemed to be somewhat confused as to which one was really its “mother.”

The Death Claw gazed at Little Gede’s adoring blond youth.

It blinked, seeming to understand everything.

Leon, watching the little Griffin’s hesitation, couldn’t help but exchange glances with Kovis.

He wouldn’t mind returning the Griffin chick to the Death Claw.

But it appeared that for the moment, Little Gede had no intention of leaving…

…And so, under the watchful eyes of those in the backyard,

Kovis tried to have the Little Griffin play around the Death Claw.

The griffin doted very much on its young, lying even lower, even lying on its side, allowing its child to climb upon it and play.

The little one gradually became familiar with its mother’s scent and, with Kovis’ company, also let loose its claws, playfully burrowing in and out from under the giant wings.

This warm and peculiar scene lasted for quite some time, to the point where even the ladies and young servants inside the estate couldn’t help but open the windows, sneakily observing this scene that they may never witness again in their lifetimes.

The interaction between the griffin and its young only ended near noon when Death Claw once more stood up.

The large griffin cried out to Leon, then retreated from in front of everyone, spreading its vast wings as if preparing to soar into the sky.

Little Gede watched his retreating mother, a look of confusion in his eagle eyes.

But Leon saw something else, Death Claw seemingly had no intention of taking its offspring with it.

“You’re leaving again?”

Leon approached the griffin with outstretched wings, pointed at Gede cradled by Kovis, and asked, “Aren’t you taking your child with you?”

Given Death Claw’s earlier frolic and play with Little Gede, those terrifyingly large claws seemed surprisingly nimble, and taking Gede back to its nest should have been no problem at all.

Death Claw called out again, in response.

It couldn’t speak, but its actions expressed its intentions.

Wings whipped up a gale, blowing everyone’s hair into wild disarray.

The enormous griffin, uplifted by the element’s lifting force as it flapped, soared into the blue sky.

…

In the midst of the roaring sound.

It had finally left.

The soaring behemoth vanished into the horizon, leaving behind Little Gede in Kovis’ arms, calling out anxiously and reluctantly to its departing mother.

Leon shaded his eyes with his hand, watching the griffin’s silhouette gradually fade away.

…What does this mean?

Was it entrusting its child to be fostered in Selva?

…

After the brief griffin-landing incident ended, everyone dispersed, reflecting on what they had just seen and heard.

That day, emissaries were sent to explain to the subjects that the griffin was harmless, and afterwards, the villagers began to buzz with discussion about the giant beast over tea and meals.

The refugee camp in the west found it especially hard to believe that the Lord of Selva had a fearsome monster as a friend.

The commotion even piqued Lady Adelina’s curiosity enough to send someone to investigate.

The noisy and bustling day came to an end.

Just when Leon thought the matter had concluded.

The next day at noon.

Selva was once again shaken by the sounds of the villagers’ tumult, the barking of dogs, the panicked neighing of horses…

Followed by the dull thud of a heavy object falling in the lord’s backyard.

Guards rushed into the hall in a flurry, calling out to Leon, “My Lord!

That…

it…

it’s come back!”

“Ah?”

Setting aside his lunch, a surprised Leon and his companions hurried to the backyard.

There, in the courtyard.

The carcass of a wild mountain goat laid sprawled out on the ground, broken and bloody.

Looking up to the sky.

Death Claw circled low, joyfully calling out to the people below with a caw, then, it flew away on mighty wings.

…

From then on, every few days, precious game would fall from the sky into the backyard…

Every few days, Death Claw would come flying in, dropping prey that it had caught from who-knows-where.

Leon realized that he no longer had to worry about Little Gede’s food expenses.

He could even occasionally take advantage of the little one’s good fortune and enjoy some game meat since a griffin cub couldn’t eat a whole cow or sheep, and there were no refrigerators to keep things fresh in those days – not eating would be wasteful.

Sometimes, after dropping its prey, Death Claw would leave.

Other times, it would also bring its offspring to the people, spending a moment of tenderness.

It had almost turned Leon’s estate into a daycare.

Gradually, even the villagers of Selva became numb to the sight of the behemoth that often visited the village.

Even the curious and bold youths would seize the opportunity to climb onto the surrounding rooftops to observe the giant beast.

Unknowingly.

Rumors of the Lord of Selva keeping a griffin…

spread rapidly throughout the Thorny Flower Territory.